Vegas (Charles Bukowski Poems)
there was a frozen tree that I wanted to paint but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across ...
there was a frozen tree that I wanted to paint but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across ...
I laugh sometimes when I think aboutsayC?line at a typewriteror Dostoevsky…or Hamsun…ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,ordinary men with hair ...
the illusion is that you are simplyreading this poem.the reality is that this ismore than apoem.this is a beggar's knife.this ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
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 ...
these things that we support most well have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of ...
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are ...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't ...
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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