Hello, Willie Shoemaker (Charles Bukowski Poems)
the Chinaman said don't take the hardware and gave me a steak I couldn't cut (except the fat) and there ...
Charles Bukowski Poems on Love (28 Poems)
2 Flies (Charles Bukowski Poems)
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry?it seems they want more,it seems almost as if ...
The Crunch (Charles Bukowski Poems)
too much too little too fattoo thinor nobody. laughter ortears haterslovers strangers with faces likethe backs ofthumb tacks armies running ...
Carson McCullers (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she died of alcoholismwrapped in a blanketon a deck chairon an oceansteamer. all her books ofterrified loneliness all her books ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
The Shower (Charles Bukowski Poem)
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I’m In Love (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
The Genius Of The Crowd (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
Rhyming Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with ...
I Made A Mistake (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
This Then (Charles Bukowski Poems)
it's the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here's a cock and here's a ...
The Icecream People (Charles Bukowski Poems)
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
The Retreat (Charles Bukowski Poems)
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
Pull A String, A Puppet Moves (Charles Bukowski Poems)
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, ...
His Wife, The Painter (Charles Bukowski Poems)
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
Out Of The Arm Of One Love… (Charles Bukowski Poems)
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on ...
For The Foxes (Charles Bukowski Poems)
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
Writing (Charles Bukowski Poems)
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. ...
Freedom (Charles Bukowski Poems)
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
Marina (Charles Bukowski Poems)
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old ...
As The Sparrow (Charles Bukowski Poems)
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea I ...
Consummation Of Grief (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water ...
For Jane (Charles Bukowski Poems)
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry ...
Cows In Art Class (Charles Bukowski Poems)
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
Trapped (Charles Bukowski Poems)
don't undress my love you might find a mannequin: don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ...
O, We Are The Outcasts (Charles Bukowski Poems)
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
Death Wants More Death (Charles Bukowski Poems)
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...