Freedom Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHI JKLMNJOPQRSN TIK OUBV WXAYMZ A2B2 C2D2E2F2E2Q G2H2N| he drank wine all night of the | A |
| th and he kept thinking of her | B |
| the way she walked and talked and loved | C |
| the way she told him things that seemed true | D |
| but were not and he knew the color of each | E |
| of her dresses | F |
| and her shoes he knew the stock and curve of | G |
| each heel | H |
| as well as the leg shaped by it | I |
| - | |
| and she was out again and when he came home and | J |
| she'd come back with that special stink again | K |
| and she did | L |
| she came in at a m in the morning | M |
| filthy like a dung eating swine | N |
| and | J |
| he took out a butchers knife | O |
| and she screamed | P |
| backing into the rooming house wall | Q |
| still pretty somehow | R |
| in spite of love's reek | S |
| and he finished the glass of wine | N |
| - | |
| that yellow dress | T |
| his favorite | I |
| and she screamed again | K |
| - | |
| and he took up the knife | O |
| and unhooked his belt | U |
| and tore away the cloth before her | B |
| and cut off his balls | V |
| - | |
| and carried them in his hands | W |
| like apricots | X |
| and flushed them down the | A |
| toilet bowl | Y |
| and she kept screaming | M |
| as the room became red | Z |
| - | |
| GOD O GOD | A2 |
| WHAT HAVE YOU DONE | B2 |
| - | |
| and he sat there holding towels | C2 |
| between his legs | D2 |
| no caring now whether she left or | E2 |
| stayed | F2 |
| wore yellow or green or | E2 |
| anything at all | Q |
| - | |
| and one hand holding and one hand | G2 |
| lifting he poured | H2 |
| another wine | N |
Charles Bukowski
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