Prayer In Bad Weather (Charles Bukowski Poems)
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under ...
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old ...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break ...
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent, ...
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the ...
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