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, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
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 ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
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 ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
Out of three or four in the room One is always standing at the window. Forced to see the injustice ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
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