Sway With Me (Charles Bukowski Poems)
sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to ...
sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to ...
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come ...
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in drag here comes nothing to do all day long ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw ...
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme disgust. Van, whores ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
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 found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut ...
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
the wind blows hard tonight and it's a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and ...
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
I'll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little ...
one of Lorca's best lines is, "agony, always agony ..." think of this when you kill a cockroach or pick ...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't ...
self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness you wonder where the real ones are what giant ...
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