Charles Bukowski
And The Moon And The Stars And The World by Charles Bukowski

And The Moon And The Stars And The World by Charles Bukowski

Long walks at night-- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands.

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Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not goingto let anybody seeyou.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to ...

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An Almost Made Up Poem by Charles Bukowski

An Almost Made Up Poem by Charles Bukowski

I see you drinking at a fountain with tinyblue hands, no, your hands are not tinythey are small, and the fountain is in Francewhere you wrote me that last letter andI answered and ...

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Are You Drinking? by Charles Bukowski

Are You Drinking? by Charles Bukowski

washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebookout againI write from the bedas I did lastyear.will see the doctor,Monday."yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head-aches and my back ...

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As The Sparrow by Charles Bukowski

As The Sparrow by Charles Bukowski

To give life you must take life,and as our grief falls flat and hollowupon the billion-blooded seaI pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmedwith white-legged, white-bellied ...

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Consummation Of Grief by Charles Bukowski

Consummation Of Grief by Charles Bukowski

I even hear the mountainsthe way they laughup and down their blue sidesand down in the waterthe fish cryand the water is their tears.I listen to the wateron nights I drink awayand ...

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Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

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 ...

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Cows In Art Class by Charles Bukowski

Cows In Art Class by Charles Bukowski

good weatheris likegood women-it doesn't always happenand when it doesit doesn'talways last.man ismore stable:if he's badthere's more chancehe'll stay that way,or if he's goodhe ...

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Be Kind by Charles Bukowski

Be Kind by Charles Bukowski

we are always askedto understand the other person'sviewpointno matter howout-datedfoolish orobnoxious.one is askedto viewtheir total errortheir life-wastewithkindliness,especially ...

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A Following by Charles Bukowski

A Following by Charles Bukowski

the phone rang at 1:30 a.m.and it was a man from Denver:

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Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window by Charles Bukowski

Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window by Charles Bukowski

Sunday, I am eating agrapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to thewest.she is darkof Eastern descent,large brown eyes look up from the Biblethen down. a small red and ...

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Back To The Machine Gun by Charles Bukowski

Back To The Machine Gun by Charles Bukowski

I awaken about noon and go out to get the mailin my old torn bathrobe.I'm hung overhair down in my eyesbarefootgingerly walking on the small sharp rocksin my pathstill afraid of ...

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As The Poems Go by Charles Bukowski

As The Poems Go by Charles Bukowski

As the poems go into the thousands yourealize that you've created verylittle.it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,the traffic, the nights and the days of theyears, the ...

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A Challenge To The Dark by Charles Bukowski

A Challenge To The Dark by Charles Bukowski

shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the **** shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life ...

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To The Whore Who Took My Poems by Charles Bukowski

To The Whore Who Took My Poems by Charles Bukowski

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 havemypaintings ...

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A Radio With Guts by Charles Bukowski

A Radio With Guts by Charles Bukowski

it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado StreetI used to get drunkand throw the radio through the windowwhile it was playing, and, of course,it would break the glass in the windowand ...

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Confession by Charles Bukowski

Confession by Charles Bukowski

waiting for deathlike a catthat will jump on thebedI am so very sorry formy wifeshe will see thisstiffwhite bodyshake it once, thenmaybeagain"Hank!"Hank won'tanswer.it's not my ...

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Big Night On The Town by Charles Bukowski

Big Night On The Town by Charles Bukowski

drunk on the dark streets of some city,it's night, you're lost, where's your room?you enter a bar to find yourself,order scotch and water.damned bar's sloppy wet, it soakspart of ...

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The Genius Of The Crowd by Charles Bukowski

The Genius Of The Crowd by Charles Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the averagehuman being to supply any given army on any given dayand the best at murder are those who preach against itand ...

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Cause And Effect by Charles Bukowski

Cause And Effect by Charles Bukowski

the best often die by their own handjust to get away,and those left behindcan never quite understandwhy anybodywould ever want toget awayfromthem

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Freedom by Charles Bukowski

Freedom by Charles Bukowski

he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and loved the way she told him things that seemed true but were not, and he knew ...

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Death Wants More Death by Charles Bukowski

Death Wants More Death by Charles Bukowski

death wants more death, and its webs are full:I remember my father's garage, how child-likeI would brush the corpses of fliesfrom the windows they thought were escape-their ...

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Cut While Shaving by Charles Bukowski

Cut While Shaving by Charles Bukowski

It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,the way the music sounds, the way the words arewritten.It's never quite right, he said, all the things we aretaught, all the ...

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Raw With Love by Charles Bukowski

Raw With Love by Charles Bukowski

little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and I won't blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, ...

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Yes Yes by Charles Bukowski

Yes Yes by Charles Bukowski

when God created love he didn't help mostwhen God created dogs He didn't help dogswhen God created plants that was averagewhen God created hate we had a standard utilitywhen God ...

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Carson Mccullers by Charles Bukowski

Carson Mccullers by Charles Bukowski

she died of alcoholismwrapped in a blanketon a deck chairon an oceansteamer. all her books ofterrified loneliness all her books aboutthe crueltyof loveless love were all that was ...

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How Is Your Heart? by Charles Bukowski

How Is Your Heart? by Charles Bukowski

during my worst timeson the park benchesin the jailsor living withwhoresI always had this certaincontentment-I wouldn't call ithappiness-it was more of an innerbalance that ...

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Friends Within The Darkness by Charles Bukowski

Friends Within The Darkness by Charles Bukowski

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 ...

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The House by Charles Bukowski

The House by Charles Bukowski

They are building a househalf a block downand I sit up herewith the shades downlistening to the sounds,the hammers pounding in nails,thack thack thack thack,and then I hear ...

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Oh Yes by Charles Bukowski

Oh Yes by Charles Bukowski

there are worse things thanbeing alonebut it often takes decadesto realize thisand most often when you doit's too lateand there's nothing worsethan too late.

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Pull A String, A Puppet Moves by Charles Bukowski

Pull A String, A Puppet Moves by Charles Bukowski

each man must realizethat it can all disappear very quickly:the cat, the woman, the job,the front tire,the bed, the walls, theroom; all our necessitiesincluding love,rest on ...

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The Shoelace by Charles Bukowski

The Shoelace by Charles Bukowski

a woman, atire that’s flat, adisease, adesire: fears in front of you,fears that hold so stillyou can study themlike pieces on achessboard…it’s not the large things thatsend a man ...

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Poetry by Charles Bukowski

Poetry by Charles Bukowski

ittakesa lot ofdesperationdissatisfactionanddi sillusiontowriteafewgoodp oems.it's notforeverybodyeither towriteitor even toreadit

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40,000 by Charles Bukowski

40,000 by Charles Bukowski

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 ...

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For Jane by Charles Bukowski

For Jane by Charles Bukowski

225 days under grassand 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 roomthe hours of love still make ...

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Close To Greatness by Charles Bukowski

Close To Greatness by Charles Bukowski

at one stage in my lifeI met a man who claimed to havevisited Pound at St. Elizabeths.then I met a woman who not onlyclaimed to have visitedE.P.but also to have made loveto ...

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2 Flies by Charles Bukowski

2 Flies by Charles Bukowski

The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry?it seems they want more,it seems almost as if theyare angrythat they are flies;it is not my fault;I sit in the roomwith ...

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Let It Enfold You by Charles Bukowski

Let It Enfold You by Charles Bukowski

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 ...

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About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter by Charles Bukowski

About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter by Charles Bukowski

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 ...

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Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame by Charles Bukowski

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame by Charles Bukowski

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 ...

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True by Charles Bukowski

True by Charles Bukowski

one of Lorca's best linesis,"agony, alwaysagony ..."

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Splash by Charles Bukowski

Splash by Charles Bukowski

the illusion is that you are simplyreading this poem.the reality is that this ismore than apoem.this is a beggar's knife.this is a tulip.this is a soldier marchingthrough ...

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Some People by Charles Bukowski

Some People by Charles Bukowski

some people never go crazy.me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couchfor 3 or 4 days.they'll find me there.it's Cherub, they'll say, andthey pour wine down my throatrub my ...

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Whats The Use Of A Title? by Charles Bukowski

Whats The Use Of A Title? by Charles Bukowski

They don't make it the beautiful die in flame- suicide pills, rat poison, rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw themselves out of windows, they pull their eyes out of ...

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Decline by Charles Bukowski

Decline by Charles Bukowski

naked along the side of the house,8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oilover my body, Jesus, have I cometo this?I once battled in dark alleys for alaugh.now I'm not laughing.I splash ...

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Melancholia by Charles Bukowski

Melancholia by Charles Bukowski

the history of melancholiaincludes all of us.me, I writhe in dirty sheetswhile staring at blue wallsand nothing.I have gotten so used to melancholiathatI greet it like an ...

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Finish by Charles Bukowski

Finish by Charles Bukowski

We are like roses that have never bothered tobloom when we should have bloomed andit is as ifthe sun has become disgusted withwaiting

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16-Bit Intel 8088 Chip by Charles Bukowski

16-Bit Intel 8088 Chip by Charles Bukowski

with an Apple Macintoshyou can't run Radio Shack programsin its disc drive.nor can a Commodore 64drive read a fileyou have created on anIBM Personal Computer.both Kaypro and ...

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Nirvana by Charles Bukowski

Nirvana by Charles Bukowski

not much chance,completely cut loose frompurpose,he was a young manriding a busthrough North Carolinaon the wat to somewhereand it began to snowand the bus stoppedat a little ...

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The Aliens by Charles Bukowski

The Aliens by Charles Bukowski

you may not believe itbut there are peoplewho go through life withvery littlefriction ordistress.they dress well, eatwell, sleep well.they are contented withtheir familylife.they ...

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