Poems by Charles Bukowski
Sleep
... I carried her down the sides of the Hollywood Hills ...
Melancholia
... and nothing. I have gotten so used to melancholia ...
Finish
... it is as if the sun has become disgusted with ...
The House
... on 2nd floors under electric lights without shades ...
No. 6
... almost alike, the horses at peace with ...
True
... agony ..." think of this when you ...
Big Night On The Town
... your room is. the room with the full bottle of ...
The Poetry Reading
... a dirty poem somebody told me not to read dirty poems ...
Trashcan Lives
... everything. this is the way a democracy ...
Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
... black shoes, you always cursed when you drank, ...
His Wife, The Painter
... " "Page 299." She made a little hat and he fastened two snaps under one ...
Pull A String, A Puppet Moves
... quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, ...
Gamblers All
... the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow ...
The Most
... having given having spit it out like an unexpected olive seed ...
My Groupie
... away from me." but she kept tearing at my ...
