A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
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, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
I know a man who photographed the view he saw from the window of the room where he made love ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
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