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 flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry?it seems they want more,it seems almost as if ...
there was a frozen tree that I wanted to paint but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across ...
too much too little too fattoo thinor nobody. laughter ortears haterslovers strangers with faces likethe backs ofthumb tacks armies running ...
it often happens when the party isgoing well,somebody will say, "wait a minute, thatreminds me, I heard thisjoke, it will ...
I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on atrain and that they never were recovered.I can't match ...
this fear of being what they are:dead. at least they are not out on the street, theyare careful to stay ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to ...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and ...
one of Lorca's best lines is, "agony, always agony ..." think of this when you kill a cockroach or pick ...
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water ...
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or distress. they ...
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