Eat Your Heart Out (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
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