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, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: "Chinaski, you got a following in Denver..." ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?" "Because I made him drink of ...
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