THOSE GIRLS WE FOLLOWED HOME Poem by Charles Bukowski
THOSE GIRLS WE FOLLOWED HOME from: You Get So Alone At Times that It Just MAkes Sense
in junior high the two prettiest girls were Irene and Louise, they were sisters; Irene was a year older, a little taller but it was difficult to choose between them; they were not only pretty but they were astonishingly beautiful so beautiful that the boys stayed away from them; they were terrified of Irene and Louise who weren't aloof at all; even friendlier than most but who seemed to dress a bit differently than the other girls; they always wore high heels' silk stockings, blouses, skirts, new outfits each day; and' one afternoon my buddy, Baldy, and i followed them home from school; you see, we were kind of the bad guys on the grounds so it was more or less expected, and it was soomething: walking along ten or twelve feet behind them; we didnt say anything we just followed watching their voultuous swaying, the balance of the haunches.
we liked it so much that we followed them home from school every day.
when they'd go into their house we'd stand outside on the sidewalk smoking cigarettes and talking.
"someday". I told Baldy. "they are going to invite us inside their house and they are going to fuck us."
"you really think so?"
now 50 years later I can tell you they never did -never mind all the stories we told the guys; yes, it's a dream that keepds you going then and now. ***"
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