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. ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now ...
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 ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
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