Charles Bukowski

The House By Charles Bukowski

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 hammers pounding in nails, thack thack thack thack, and then I hear birds, and thack thack thack, and I go to bed, I pull the covers to my throat; they have been building this ho... »

Nirvana By Charles Bukowski

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 and it began to snow and the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills and the passengers entered. he sat at the counter with the others, he ordered and the food... »

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

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 ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investments and reading the Wall Street Journal this seems to happen all too often. what hardly ever happens is a man going ... »

As The Poems Go By Charles Bukowski

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 sunlight, the traffic, the nights and the days of the years, the faces. leaving this will be easier than living it, typing one more line now as a man plays a piano thr... »

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 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 and some men do it by tearing butterflies in half and some men do it in Palm Springs laying it into butterblondes with Cadillac souls Cadillacs and butterflies nothing... »

Let It Enfold You By Charles Bukowski

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. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing. I was hard as granite, I leered at the sun. I trusted no man and especially no woman. I was living a hell in... »

Finished By Charles Bukowski

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 is going to prevent me from writing my earthy and grubby stuff. and they might be right, I could be getting to be more like them, and that’s... »

A Radio With Guts By Charles Bukowski

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 while it was playing, and, of course, it would break the glass in the window and the radio would sit there on the roof still playing and I’d tell my woman, “Ah, what a ... »

The Trash Men By Charles Bukowski

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 they run out the trash bins roll them out to the fork lift and then the truck grinds it upward with far too much sound . . . they had to fill out application forms... »

Question And Answer By Charles Bukowski

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 of all the letters he had received telling him that the way he lived and wrote about that– it had kept them going when all seemed truly hopeless. Hits: ... »

I Made A Mistake By Charles Bukowski

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 her and asked ‘are these yours? ‘ and she looked and said, ‘no, those belong to a dog.’ she left after that and I haven’t seen her since. she’s not at h... »

Carson Mccullers By Charles Bukowski

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 her books about the cruelty of loveless love were all that was left of her as the strolling vacationer discovered her body notified the captain and she was quic... »

The Great Slob By Charles Bukowski

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) shoes off beerbottle in hand trying to shake off a difficult night, say with a woman still around walking the floor complaining about this and that, and I’d work... »

My Groupie By Charles Bukowski

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 scream and a quite attractive young girl came running toward me long gown & divine eyes of fire and she leaped up on the stage and screamed: “I WANT YOU! I W... »

Hell Is A Lonely Place By Charles Bukowski

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 treatments which decayed the bones in his jaw which then had to be wired. daily he put his wife in rubber diapers like a baby. unable to drive in his conditi... »

Alone With Everybody By Charles Bukowski

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 the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than f... »

Trollius And Trellises By Charles Bukowski

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 that my editor-publisher might retire even though he is ten years younger than I. it was just 25 years ago (I was at that ripe old age of 45) when we began our unholy allia... »

Sway With Me By Charles Bukowski

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 sky; sway with me, sad things – fingers split on a forge old age like breakfast shell used books, used people used flowers, used love I need you I ne... »

Magical Mystery Tour By Charles Bukowski

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. I’m wearing dark shades an expensive silk shirt. there’s no dirt under my fingernails. the radio plays Vivaldi and there are two women with me one wit... »

For Jane By Charles Bukowski

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 basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. wh... »

40,000 By Charles Bukowski

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 seemed between 30 and 55, going to fat, many of them in walking shorts, they had gone stale in life, flattened out…. in fact, damn it, they arenR... »

The Shower By Charles Bukowski

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 me first spread the soap over my balls lift the balls squeeze them, then wash the cock: “hey, this thing is still hard!” then get all the hair down there,- the belly, ... »

Poetry By Charles Bukowski

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 it or even to read it Hits: 0 »

How Is Your Heart By Charles Bukowski

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- I wouldn’t call it happiness- it was more of an inner balance that settled for whatever was occuring and it helped in the factories and when relationships went ... »

Close To Greatness By Charles Bukowski

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 a woman who not only claimed to have visited E.P. but also to have made love to him—she even showed me certain sections in the Cantos where Ezra was supposed to have mentioned her. ... »

The Aliens By Charles Bukowski

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 well, sleep well. they are contented with their family life. they have moments of grief but all in all they are undisturbed and often feel very good. and when they d... »

My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant By Charles Bukowski

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 business first time I met him, he said, “hey! ya gonna make a killin’?” “maybe,” I answered. next meeting it was: “hey,... »

Goading The Muse By Charles Bukowski

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 to the editors and the critics that he was one to be watched and also that he had hardly yet been noticed and that he certainly should now be noticed. this writer used ... »

air and light and time and space By Charles Bukowski

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 now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for the first time in my life I’m going to have... »

True Story By Charles Bukowski

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 machinery as if to say — see what you’ve done to me? you might as well have the rest. and he put part of him in one pocket and part of him in another and that’s ... »

So Now By Charles Bukowski

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 to die. I wish I could ring in some bravery. it’s a lousy fix but the tree outside doesn’t know: I watch it moving with the wind in the late afternoon sun. there&... »

Mama By Charles Bukowski

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 on my stone; I get it all except the sun and my suit is looking bad and yesterday the last of my left arm gone very little left, all harp-like without music. at least a drunk in bed with... »

Flophouse By Charles Bukowski

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 snoring at once and some of those snores so deep and gross and unbelievable- dark snotty grosssubhuman wheezings from hell itself. your mind al... »

Yes Yes By Charles Bukowski

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 when God created hate we had a standard utility when God created me He created me when God created the monkey He was asleep when He created the giraffe He ... »

The Retreat By Charles Bukowski

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 worn boots. my plight is just as terrible. maybe more so. victory was so close victory was there. as she stood before my mirror younger and more beautiful... »

Pull A String, A Puppet Moves By Charles Bukowski

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 tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand – and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a ... »

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

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 an opera by one of the Italians and had just gotten rid of a very loose lady when there was a knock upon the wood, and since the cops had just raided a month or so ago, I screamed out... »

Consummation Of Grief By Charles Bukowski

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 cry and the water is their tears. I listen to the water on nights I drink away and the sadness becomes so great I hear it in my clock it becomes knobs upon my dresser it bec... »

The Crunch By Charles Bukowski

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 tacks armies running through streets of blood waving winebottles bayoneting and fucking virgins. an old guy in a cheap room with a photograph of M. Monroe. there is... »

New Mexico By Charles Bukowski

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 week or two after Kandel and I did not look quite as pretty but I brought it off and we ended up at the Webbs, 6, 8, 10 of us, and I drank scotch, wine, beer, tequila and noticed a nice on... »

German By Charles Bukowski

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. gangs of kids chased me through the neighborhood yelling, ‘Hieneie! Hieneie! Hienie!’ they never caught me. I was like a cat. I knew all the... »

Are You Drinking By Charles Bukowski

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 doctor, Monday. “yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head- aches and my back hurts.” “are you drinking?” he will ask. “are you getting your exercis... »

What A Writer By Charles Bukowski

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 gave us lines that sliced through the dung. how it was needed! how we were withering away in the old tired manner. of course, then came all the e.e. cummings copyists. they cop... »

Revolt In The Ranks By Charles Bukowski

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 to wait they’ll have to warm their feet in the anteroom where they’ll sit gossiping about me. “this Chinaski, doesn’... »

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

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 nevously through wire and fog and dog-bark until suddenly I slam the screen with a newspaper like slapping at a fly and you could hear the scream over this plain city, and ... »

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame By Charles Bukowski

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 best in that dark green dress and those high-heeled bright black shoes, you always cursed when you drank, your hair coming down you wanted to explode out of what was holding you: rotten... »

What Can We Do By Charles Bukowski

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 is a mass, a glob that doesn’t have too much. it is like a large animal deep in sleep and almost nothing can awaken it. when activated it’s best at brutality... »

The Shoelace By Charles Bukowski

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 them like pieces on a chessboard… it’s not the large things that send a man to the madhouse. death he’s ready for, or murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood… no, it’s the contin... »

One Thirty-Six A.M. By Charles Bukowski

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, ordinary men with hair on their heads sitting there typing words while having difficulties with life while being puzzled almost to madness. Do... »

I Like Your Books By Charles Bukowski

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 your books,” he went on. “thanks,” I answered. “who do you like in this race?” he asked. “uh uh,” I... »

Cows In Art Class By Charles Bukowski

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 stable: if he’s bad there’s more chance he’ll stay that way, or if he’s good he might hang on, but a woman is changed by children age d... »

The Great Escape By Charles Bukowski

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 now and then one crab will climb up on top of the others and begin to climb toward the top of the bucket, then, just as he’s about to escape another crab grabs him and pulls... »

My First Affair With That Older Woman By Charles Bukowski

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 so innocent, but I must say she did match me drink for drink, and I realized that her life her feelings for things had been ruined along the way and that I was no mare than a temporary com... »

Friends Within The Darkness By Charles Bukowski

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 young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible– not in self-pity but with dismay at... »

About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter By Charles Bukowski

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. I am 44. I can’t seem to get rid of him. his novels keep coming back. “what do you expect me to do?” he screams “go to New York and pump the hands of the publishers?” “no,” I tell... »

To The Whore Who Took My Poems By Charles Bukowski

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 this, but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep carbons and you have my paintings too, my best ones; its stifling: are you trying to crush me out like the rest ... »

Show Biz By Charles Bukowski

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 it just get out of bed each morning wash shave clothe yoursel f and go out into it because outside of that all that’s left is suicide and madness so you just can... »

Luck By Charles Bukowski

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 moving toward time it moves toward us makes each word drill into the paper clear fast hard feeding a closing space. Hits: 0 »

Cut While Shaving By Charles Bukowski

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 never quite right, he said, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live, they are never quite right... »

2 Flies By Charles Bukowski

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 are angry that they are flies; it is not my fault; I sit in the room with them and they taunt me with their agony; it is as if they were loose chunks of soul left out of somewhere; I ... »