Charles Bukowski Poems on Poetry (23 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 →

The Weather Is Hot On The Back Of My Watch (Charles Bukowski Poems)

the weather is hot on the back of my watch which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to understand when the bull goes down on the whore, the heart is … Continue reading →

I Can’t Stay In The Same Room With That Woman For Five Minutes (Charles Bukowski Poems)

I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money and she laid a sheaf of poems on me by one Manfred Anderson. I … Continue reading →

A 340 Dollar Horse And A Hundred Dollar Whore (Charles Bukowski Poems)

don’t ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me at the racetrack any day half drunk betting quarters, sidewheelers and straight thoroughs, but let me tell you, there are some women there who go where the … Continue reading →

Vegas (Charles Bukowski Poems)

there was a frozen tree that I wanted to paint but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a green sunshade at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a copy of the Atlantic Monthly, … Continue reading →

My Computer (Charles Bukowski Poems)

what? they say, “you got acomputer?” it’s like I have sold out tothe enemy. I had no idea so manypeople were prejudicedagainstcomputers. even two editors havewritten me letters aboutthe computer. one disparaged thecomputer in a mild andsuperior way.the other seemedgenuinelypissed. … Continue reading →

Splash (Charles Bukowski Poems)

the illusion is that you are simplyreading this poem.the reality is that this ismore than apoem.this is a beggar’s knife.this is a tulip.this is a soldier marchingthrough Madrid.this is you on yourdeath bed.this is Li Po laughingunderground.this is not a … Continue reading →

Hemingway Never Did This (Charles Bukowski Poems)

I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on atrain and that they never were recovered.I can’t match the agony of thisbut the other night I wrote a 3-page poemupon this computerand through my lack of diligence andpracticeand … Continue reading →

Finished? (Charles Bukowski Poems)

the critics now have medrinking champagne anddriving a BMWand also married to asocialite fromPhiladelphia’s Main Linewhich of course is going to prevent mefrom writing my earthyand grubby stuff.and they might beright,I could be getting to bemore like them,and that’s as … Continue reading →

The Trash Can (Charles Bukowski Poems)

this is great, I just wrote twopoems I didn’t like. there is a trash can on thiscomputer.I just moved the poemsoverand dropped them intothe trash can. they’re gone forever, nopaper, no sound, nofury, no placentaand thenjust a clean screenawaits you. … Continue reading →