Poems by Charles Bukowski
The German Hotel
... double doors to the rooms, very thick doors, and it over- ...
The Trash Men
... . . they had to fill out application forms ...
Wax Job
... drinking. listen, I told her, he said he was going to wax my ...
About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter
... him. now, YOU walk into a place and you dont have any trouble: ...
The Crunch
... Monroe. there is a loneliness in this world so great ...
I Can't Stay In The Same Room With That Woman For Five Minutes
... answered. look, I said, you dont even have the kid ready ...
Trollius and trellises
... known. I think we had some luck and still have some ...
the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck
... she said, no, it was a writer and he said he wanted you to help him write ...
My Computer
... computer?" it's like I have sold out to ...
The Japanese Wife
... and when I broke in she broke out the bread knife ...
My Father
... become a bum. I decided that if a man like that wants to be rich ...
vegas
... I died without nails, without a copy of the Atlantic Monthly, ...
i wanted to overthrow the government but all i brought down was somebody's wife
... and there was an Italian pharmacist who lived in an expensive apartment ...
Finished?
... socialite from Philadelphia's Main Line ...
I like your books
... heavy." "listen," I said, not looking ...
