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 ...
it often happens when the party isgoing well,somebody will say, "wait a minute, thatreminds me, I heard thisjoke, it will ...
I pick up the skirt,I pick up the sparkling beads in black,this thing that moved oncearound flesh,and I call God ...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut ...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and ...
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
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