#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
I came out of the bar and checked the message board. The plane was on time. Katherine was in the air and moving towards me. I sat down and waited. Across from me was a well-groomed woma...
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...