Young In New Orleans (Charles Bukowski Poem)
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break ...
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