The German Hotel (Charles Bukowski Poems)
the German hotel was very strange and expensive and haddouble doors to the rooms, very thick doors, and it over-looked ...
the German hotel was very strange and expensive and haddouble doors to the rooms, very thick doors, and it over-looked ...
I AM two brothers with one face, So which is the real man who can trace? (My wrongs are raging ...
Now sweetheart, I am thinking of you in a big city A dim blue pen in my hand, two packs ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
We ate on the water, floating with the wind, the waves, enjoying the bounty, the feast the sun, the clear ...
As we allowed, she moved about the seats from dry bench to wet towels, it didn't seem to matter, chasing ...
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
Hearth rugs are beaten in the yard. Each sink is made to swallow bleach. Shirts are hung. Crockery drowned. Curtains ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
The children are back, the children are back- They've come to take refuge, exhale and unpack; The marriage has faltered, ...
Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost rites of the first sea ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As ...
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie ...
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
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