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. ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
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 ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
There is a street where they sell only red meat And there is a street where they sell only clothes ...
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
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