Poems by Charles Bukowski
Love & Fame & Death
... until suddenly I slam the screen with a newspaper ...
Show Biz
... and we won't get itso don't bet on it ...
Rain Or Shine
... on the ground are chunks of rotten meat ...
Curtain
... accolade. I have not seen this particular musical ...
Jane Icin (For Jane - In Turkish)
... cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden sonra benden daha cok sey biliyor olmalisin ...
New Mexico
... conquests - except that the women were better than we - asking nothing ...
It's Ours
... or say pouring a glass of water from the ...
These Things
... being small, so small we cannot bear it, ...
Hooray Say The Roses
... hooray say the roses, cannons and spires, ...
Mama
... arm gone ...
The Icecream People
... suppose they find out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae ...
This Then
... are yellow. I keep dumping bottles ...
The Sun Weilds Mercy
... is history a circle that catches itself by the tail, ...
On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show
... i decide again that in theses centuries ...
Crucifix In A Deathhand
... to ignore it, to ignore the poor and to ignore yourself ...
