One Thirty-Six A.M. (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I laugh sometimes when I think aboutsayC?line at a typewriteror Dostoevsky…or Hamsun…ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,ordinary men with hair ...
I laugh sometimes when I think aboutsayC?line at a typewriteror Dostoevsky…or Hamsun…ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,ordinary men with hair ...
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mailin my old torn bathrobe.I'm hung overhair down in my ...
this is great, I just wrote twopoems I didn't like.there is a trash can on thiscomputer.I just moved the poemsoverand ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
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 ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
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 ...
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 ...
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said. yes, yes? I asked. she's young and pretty, she ...
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