The Night I Was Going To Die (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
I was in love with anatomy the symmetry of my body poised for flight, the heights it would take over ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
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