On Going Back to the Street After Viewing an Art Show by Charles Bukowski they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
Eulogy to a Hell of a Dame by Charles Bukowski some dogs who sleep At night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best 1
Rain by Charles Bukowski a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u and run inside to the pavilion
The Worst and the Best by Charles Bukowski in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
Whats the Use of a Title? by Charles Bukowski They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh ever... they rip their arms off,
True by Charles Bukowski one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
Decline by Charles Bukowski naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for 1
Here I Am ... by Charles Bukowski drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o of wine, I have typed from a dozen poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi 1
What Can We Do? by Charles Bukowski at their best, there is gentleness some understanding and, at times, courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo have too much.