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 ...
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 ...
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..." ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made-- For, if you should a needle want It ...
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come ...
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 ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
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