Eat Your Heart Out (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Do you believe, in what you see do you believe in reality do you believe in the sun that's bright ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
I was in love with anatomy the symmetry of my body poised for flight, the heights it would take over ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
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