About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter (Charles Bukowski Poems)
he lives in a house with a swimming pool and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I ...
he lives in a house with a swimming pool and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I ...
there was a frozen tree that I wanted to paint but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across ...
this man used to be aninteresting writer,he was able to say brisk andrefreshing things.at the timeI suggested to the editors ...
the illusion is that you are simplyreading this poem.the reality is that this ismore than apoem.this is a beggar's knife.this ...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
first time my father overheard me listening to this bit of music he asked me, "what is it?" "it's called ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said. yes, yes? I asked. she's young and pretty, she ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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