All Poems

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This

© Charles Bukowski

self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness
you

Raw With Love

© Charles Bukowski

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife

As The Sparrow

© Charles Bukowski

To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed

Alone With Everybody

© Charles Bukowski

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

Marina

© Charles Bukowski

majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun

Rain

© Charles Bukowski

a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees

What A Writer

© Charles Bukowski

how it was needed!
how we were withering
away
in the old
tired
manner.

Another Day

© Charles Bukowski

having the low down blues and going
into a restraunt to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.

Freedom

© Charles Bukowski

that yellow dress
his favorite
and she screamed again.

Revolt In The Ranks

© Charles Bukowski

I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half
handicapping tomorrow's
card.
when am I going to get at the poems?

We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

© Charles Bukowski

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.

Three Oranges

© Charles Bukowski

first time my father overheard me listening to
this bit of music he asked me,
"what is it?"
"it's called Love For Three Oranges,"

40,000

© Charles Bukowski

at the track today,
Father's Day,
each paid admission was
entitled to a wallet

Poem For My 43rd Birthday

© Charles Bukowski

To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine--

Trapped

don't undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don't undress the mannequin
you might find

Cows In Art Class

good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen

8 Count

from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone

Hot

she was hot, she was so hot
I didn't want anybody else to have her,
and if I didn't get home on time
she'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that-

For Jane

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

Consummation Of Grief

I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water