#AmericanWriters
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
