#AmericanWriters
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
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,
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…