Young in New Orleans por Charles Bukowski starving there, sitting around the and at night walking the streets f hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was, 1
Girl in a Miniskirt Reading the Bible Outside my Window por Charles Bukowski Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Orthadox to the west. she is dark
As the Poems Go por Charles Bukowski 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 1
the lucky ones por Charles Bukowski stuck in the rain on the freeway, these are the lucky ones, these ar dutifully employed, most with thei as possible as they try not to thi this is our new civilization: as m
I Am Visited by an Editor and a Poet por Charles Bukowski 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
The Trash Men por Charles Bukowski here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
On Going Back to the Street After Viewing an Art Show por Charles Bukowski they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
Some People por Charles Bukowski some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and 1
man in the sun por Charles Bukowski she reads to me from the New York which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain por Charles Bukowski call it the greenhouse effect or w but it just doesn’t rain like it u I particularly remember the rains depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w 2