The Poetry Reading by Charles Bukowski at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
Gas by Charles Bukowski my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
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
The Trash Men by Charles Bukowski here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
So Now? by Charles Bukowski the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live, 1
Metamorphosis by Charles Bukowski a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo scrubbed the walls vacuumed
Be Kind by Charles Bukowski we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated 2
The Shower by Charles Bukowski we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls 1
Confession by Charles Bukowski waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for 5