The Night I Was Going To Die (Charles Bukowski Poem)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
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 ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
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