The Sun Wields Mercy (Charles Bukowski Poems)
and the sun wields mercybut like a jet torch carried to high,and the jets whip across its sightand rockets leap ...
and the sun wields mercybut like a jet torch carried to high,and the jets whip across its sightand rockets leap ...
the German hotel was very strange and expensive and haddouble doors to the rooms, very thick doors, and it over-looked ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: "Chinaski, you got a following in Denver..." ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and ...
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent, ...
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