Crucifix In A Deathhand (Charles Bukowski Poems)
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think the starch mountains begin out in the willow and keep right ...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think the starch mountains begin out in the willow and keep right ...
too much too little too fattoo thinor nobody. laughter ortears haterslovers strangers with faces likethe backs ofthumb tacks armies running ...
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mailin my old torn bathrobe.I'm hung overhair down in my ...
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a ...
I read a book about John Dos Passos and according tothe book once radical-communistJohn ended up in the Hollywood Hills ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea I ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
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