The House By Charles Bukowski

The House They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds, the…

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Nirvana By Charles Bukowski

Nirvana not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the wat to somewhere…

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Having The Flu And With Nothing Else To Do By Charles Bukowski

Having The Flu And With Nothing Else To Do I read a book about John Dos Passos and according to the book once radical-communist John…

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As The Poems Go By Charles Bukowski

As The Poems Go As the poems go into the thousands you realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the…

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Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You By Charles Bukowski

Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches…

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Let It Enfold You By Charles Bukowski

Let It Enfold You Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated….

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Finished By Charles Bukowski

Finished the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from Philadelphia’s Main Line which of course…

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A Radio With Guts By Charles Bukowski

A Radio With Guts it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the window…

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The Trash Men By Charles Bukowski

The Trash Men here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry it’s quite exciting: shirt open bellies hanging out…

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Question And Answer By Charles Bukowski

Question And Answer he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking…

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I Made A Mistake By Charles Bukowski

I Made A Mistake I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them to…

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Carson Mccullers By Charles Bukowski

Carson Mccullers she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer. all her books of terrified loneliness all…

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The Great Slob By Charles Bukowski

The Great Slob I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)…

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My Groupie By Charles Bukowski

My Groupie I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4’s finished when I heard a long high…

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Hell Is A Lonely Place By Charles Bukowski

Hell Is A Lonely Place he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were operations, radiation…

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Alone With Everybody By Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against…

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Trollius And Trellises By Charles Bukowski

Trollius And Trellises of course, I may die in the next ten minutes and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about is…

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Sway With Me By Charles Bukowski

Sway With Me sway with me, everything sad – madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure the…

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Magical Mystery Tour By Charles Bukowski

Magical Mystery Tour I am in this low-slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent….

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For Jane By Charles Bukowski

For Jane 225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a…

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40,000 By Charles Bukowski

40,000 at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. most of the men…

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The Shower By Charles Bukowski

The Shower we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful and she’ll watch…

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Poetry By Charles Bukowski

Poetry it takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction and di sillusion to write a few good p oems. it’s not for everybody either to write…

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How Is Your Heart By Charles Bukowski

How Is Your Heart during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain contentment-…

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Close To Greatness By Charles Bukowski

Close To Greatness at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met…

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The Aliens By Charles Bukowski

The Aliens you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or distress. they dress well, eat…

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My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant By Charles Bukowski

My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant —he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts…

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Goading The Muse By Charles Bukowski

Goading The Muse this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time I suggested…

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air and light and time and space By Charles Bukowski

air and light and time and space ‘- you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but…

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True Story By Charles Bukowski

True Story they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual…

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So Now By Charles Bukowski

So Now the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live, waiting…

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Mama By Charles Bukowski

Mama here I am in the ground my mouth open and I can’t even say mama, and the dogs run by and stop and piss…

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Flophouse By Charles Bukowski

Flophouse you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together on cots with everybody…

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Yes Yes By Charles Bukowski

Yes Yes when God created love he didn’t help most when God created dogs He didn’t help dogs when God created plants that was average…

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The Retreat By Charles Bukowski

The Retreat this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into…

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Pull A String, A Puppet Moves By Charles Bukowski

Pull A String, A Puppet Moves each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front…

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I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet By Charles Bukowski

I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet I had just won $115 from the headshakers and was naked upon my bed listening to…

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Consummation Of Grief By Charles Bukowski

Consummation Of Grief I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish…

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The Crunch By Charles Bukowski

The Crunch too much too little too fat too thin or nobody. laughter or tears haters lovers strangers with faces like the backs of thumb…

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New Mexico By Charles Bukowski

New Mexico I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I was reading a…

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German By Charles Bukowski

German being the German kid in the 20’s in Los Angeles was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling then, a carry-over from World War 1….

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Are You Drinking By Charles Bukowski

Are You Drinking washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will see the…

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What A Writer By Charles Bukowski

What A Writer what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm and gamble…

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Revolt In The Ranks By Charles Bukowski

Revolt In The Ranks 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 have…

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Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death By Charles Bukowski

Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats…

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Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame By Charles Bukowski

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame some dogs who sleep At night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and…

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What Can We Do By Charles Bukowski

What Can We Do at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity. some understanding and, at times, acts of courage but all in all it…

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The Shoelace By Charles Bukowski

The Shoelace a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still you can study…

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One Thirty-Six A.M. By Charles Bukowski

One Thirty-Six A.M. I laugh sometimes when I think about say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky… or Hamsun… ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,…

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I Like Your Books By Charles Bukowski

I Like Your Books In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?” “uh huh,” I answered. “I like…

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Cows In Art Class By Charles Bukowski

Cows In Art Class good weather is like good women- it doesn’t always happen and when it does it doesn’t always last. man is more…

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The Great Escape By Charles Bukowski

The Great Escape listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in a bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that…

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My First Affair With That Older Woman By Charles Bukowski

My First Affair With That Older Woman when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was…

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Friends Within The Darkness By Charles Bukowski

Friends Within The Darkness I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was…

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About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter By Charles Bukowski

About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter he lives in a house with a swimming pool and says the job is killing him. he is 27….

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To The Whore Who Took My Poems By Charles Bukowski

To The Whore Who Took My Poems some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in…

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Show Biz By Charles Bukowski

Show Biz I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it or even think about…

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Luck By Charles Bukowski

Luck once we were young at this machine… drinking smoking typi ng it was a most splendid miraculous time still is only now instead of…

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Cut While Shaving By Charles Bukowski

Cut While Shaving It’s never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are written. It’s…

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2 Flies By Charles Bukowski

2 Flies The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they…

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