Young In New Orleans (Charles Bukowski Poem)
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star; Sad blue hills afar; Love in his shroud. Scarcely a tear to shed; ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
THE SUN he is sunk in the west, All creatures retir?d to rest, While here I sit, all sore beset, ...
THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth ...
Chor.-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Ye wadna been sae shy; For laik o' gear ye lightly me, But, ...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are ...
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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