How Is Your Heart? (Charles Bukowski Poem)
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain ...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain ...
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 ...
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 reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Love's the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite "The boy stood on the burning deck." Love's the ...
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 dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
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