Close To Greatness (Charles Bukowski Poems)
at one stage in my lifeI met a man who claimed to havevisited Pound at St. Elizabeth's.then I met a ...
at one stage in my lifeI met a man who claimed to havevisited Pound at St. Elizabeth's.then I met a ...
I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on atrain and that they never were recovered.I can't match ...
we had goldfish and they circled around and aroundin the bowl on the table near the heavy drapescovering the picture ...
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 ...
the girls are coming home in their carsand I sit by the window and watch.there's a girl in a red ...
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry it's quite exciting: shirt open bellies ...
I read a book about John Dos Passos and according tothe book once radical-communistJohn ended up in the Hollywood Hills ...
this fear of being what they are:dead. at least they are not out on the street, theyare careful to stay ...
I pick up the skirt,I pick up the sparkling beads in black,this thing that moved oncearound flesh,and I call God ...
the critics now have medrinking champagne anddriving a BMWand also married to asocialite fromPhiladelphia's Main Linewhich of course is going ...
this is great, I just wrote twopoems I didn't like.there is a trash can on thiscomputer.I just moved the poemsoverand ...
I was always a natural slobI liked to lay upon the bedin undershirt (stained, ofcourse) (and with cigaretteholes)shoes offbeer bottle ...
he said, "I was working in Hollywood when Faulkner wasworking in Hollywood and he wasthe worst: he was too drunk ...
she died of alcoholismwrapped in a blanketon a deck chairon an oceansteamer. all her books ofterrified loneliness all her books ...
almost dawnblackbirds on the telephone wirewaitingas I eat yesterday'sforgotten sandwichat 6 a.m.an a quiet Sunday morning. one shoe in the ...
-he's a dandy-small moustache-usually sucking on a cigarhe tends to lean into cars as hetransacts businessfirst time I met him, ...
nevereven in calmer timeshave I everdreamed ofbicycling through thatcitywearing aberetandCamusalwayspissedmeoff.(Charles Bukowski)
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when ...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I'd feel among the lettuce- pickers of Salinas? I think of the ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
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, ...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing ...
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