Charles Bukowski Poems on Place (15 Poems)

About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter (Charles Bukowski Poems)

he lives in a house with a swimming pool and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem to get rid of him. his novels keep coming back. “what do you expect me … Continue reading →

Wax Job (Charles Bukowski Poems)

man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax job I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I got everything I need. I gave … Continue reading →

Interview By A Guggenheim Recipient (Charles Bukowski Poems)

this South American up here on a Gugg walked in with his whore and she sat on the edge of my bed and crossed her fine legs and I kept looking at her legs and he pulled at his stringy … Continue reading →

I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet (Charles Bukowski Poems)

I had just won $115 from the headshakers and was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of the Italians and had just gotten rid of a very loose lady when there was a knock upon the … Continue reading →

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 1.gangs of kids chased me through the neighborhoodyelling, “Hieneie! Hieneie! Hienie!”they never caught me.I was like a cat.I knew all … Continue reading →

Gas (Charles Bukowski Poems)

my grandmother had a serious gasproblem.we only saw her on Sunday.she’d sit down to dinnerand she’d have gas.she was very heavy,80 years old.wore this large glass brooch,that’s what you noticed mostin addition to the gas.she’d let it go just as … Continue reading →

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 me, mabye it was, and in the French Quarter I watched the horses and buggies going by, everybody sitting high … Continue reading →

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, his breakfast dishes were undone, he needed a shave, and ash from his rolled cigarettes dropped onto his undershirt. Some … Continue reading →

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 with a supple and strange body, a snake-like and fiery body with eyes to go with it. Cass was fluid … Continue reading →

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 to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said, “no, those belong to a dog.” she left … Continue reading →