Rough Copy of Poem and Charles Bukowski

Her eyes glow like the sun.
Made contacted with mine they did stun.
This girl intelligent but wild as they cum.
Stood in the corner and hummed a sweet song.
Her figure like a stained glass window.
Her mouth a hardcore porno.
But her eyes, her eyes are infections with every blink kills your soul.


Big Night On The Town

drunk on the dark streets of some city,it's night, you're lost, where's your room?you enter a bar to find yourself,order scotch and water.damned bar's sloppy wet, it soakspart of one of your shirtsleeves.It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.you order a bottle of beer.Madame Death walks up to youwearing a dress.she sits down, you buy her abeer, she stinks of swamps, pressesa leg against you.the bar tender sneers.you've got him worried, he doesn'tknow if you're a cop, a killer, amadman or anIdiot.you ask for a vodka.you pour the vodka into the top ofthe beer bottle.It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.you ask her how much for head,drink everything down, it tasteslike machine oil.you leave Madame Death there,you leave the sneering bartenderthere.you have remembered whereyour room is.the room with the full bottle ofwine on the dresser.the room with the dance of theroaches.Perfection in the Star Turdwhere love diedlaughing.

This is poem by Charles Bukowski. I have found that his poetry very raw and understandable, this is a way that I try and work when it comes to my poetry.
I have found that the poem above has’nt got any relation to mine,but it has one line that could relate and that line is “Madame Death walks up to you wearing a dress”. I could compare Madame Death to a migrant in the way that the poet has used movement in this line.