Poems by Charles Bukowski
Another Day
... blues? then the the waitress comes back eith the sandwich ...
What A Writer
... e. cummings was that he cut away from ...
Rain
... and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian ...
Marina
... out the door picking a flower, ha! ...
Alone With Everybody
... the graveyards fill nothing else ...
As The Sparrow
... lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes ...
Raw With Love
... me, and I will remeber your small room ...
This
... is so dreary is so absolutely pitiless ...
Question And Answer
... hopeless. putting the blade on the table, he ...
Out Of The Arm Of One Love...
... it isn't pleasant to be put on the cross and left there, ...
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today
... cemeteries the rocket-makers and dogs and garage mechanics ...
For The Foxes
... strung up in Toledo, OhioI am a man ...
Poetry
... desperation dissatisfaction ...
Writing
... from failing. the hordes from ...
Friends Within The Darkness
... as possible-- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: ...
