Question And Answer (Charles Bukowski Poems)
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
Charles Bukowski Poems (167 Poems)
Out Of The Arm Of One Love… (Charles Bukowski Poems)
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on ...
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today (Charles Bukowski Poems)
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
For The Foxes (Charles Bukowski Poems)
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
Poetry (Charles Bukowski Poems)
it takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction and disillusion to write a few good poems. it's not for everybody either ...
Writing (Charles Bukowski Poems)
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. ...
Friends Within The Darkness (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
Sleep (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank ...
Three Oranges (Charles Bukowski Poems)
first time my father overheard me listening to this bit of music he asked me, "what is it?" "it's called ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
Revolt In The Ranks (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half handicapping tomorrow's card. when am I going to get at the poems? well, they'll just ...
Freedom (Charles Bukowski Poems)
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
Another Day (Charles Bukowski Poems)
having the low down blues and going into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles ...
What A Writer (Charles Bukowski Poems)
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm ...
Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under ...
Marina (Charles Bukowski Poems)
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old ...
Alone With Everybody (Charles Bukowski Poems)
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break ...
As The Sparrow (Charles Bukowski Poems)
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea I ...
Hot (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
8 Count (Charles Bukowski Poems)
from my bed I watch 3 birds on a telephone wire. one flies off. then another. one is left, then ...
Cows In Art Class (Charles Bukowski Poems)
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
Trapped (Charles Bukowski Poems)
don't undress my love you might find a mannequin: don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ...
Poem For My 43rd Birthday (Charles Bukowski Poems)
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine-- just a lightbulb and a potbelly, ...
40,000 (Charles Bukowski Poems)
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
Luck (Charles Bukowski Poems)
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking smoking typing it was a most splendid miraculous time still ...
My First Affair With That Older Woman (Charles Bukowski Poems)
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent, ...
Consummation Of Grief (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water ...
For Jane (Charles Bukowski Poems)
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry ...
What Can We Do? (Charles Bukowski Poems)
at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity. some understanding and, at times, acts of courage but all in all ...
The Worst And The Best (Charles Bukowski Poems)
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...