German (Charles Bukowski Poems)
being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeleswas difficult.there was much anti-German feeling then,a carry-over from World War ...
being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeleswas difficult.there was much anti-German feeling then,a carry-over from World War ...
we had goldfish and they circled around and aroundin the bowl on the table near the heavy drapescovering the picture ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in drag here comes nothing to do all day long ...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for my wife ...
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