Charles Bukowski Poems (167 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
I Wanted To Overthrow The Government But All I Brought Down Was Somebody’s Wife (Charles Bukowski Poems)
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and one fox and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the church, you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monetary system, note that the racial … Continue reading
Trollius And trellises (Charles Bukowski Poems)
of course, I may die in the next ten minutes and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about is that my editor-publisher might retire even though he is ten years younger than I. it was just 25 … Continue reading
The Sun Wields Mercy (Charles Bukowski Poems)
and the sun wields mercybut like a jet torch carried to high,and the jets whip across its sightand rockets leap like toads,and the boys get out the mapsand pin-cushion the moon,old green cheese,no life there but too much on earth:our … 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
Crucifix In A Deathhand (Charles Bukowski Poems)
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think the starch mountains begin out in the willow and keep right on going without regard for pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like an old woman with a bad memory … Continue reading
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 was an ant circling the coffee cup; I left a dime tip and broke out a stick of cancer, and … 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
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 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
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