This by Charles Bukowski self—congratulatory nonsense as th famous gather to applaud their see greatness you wonder where
my computer by Charles Bukowski “what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
Rain Or Shine by Charles Bukowski the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
Are You Drinking? by Charles Bukowski washed—up, on shore, the old yello out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
Love & Fame & Death by Charles Bukowski it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
close to greatness by Charles Bukowski 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
Girl in a Miniskirt Reading the Bible Outside my Window by Charles Bukowski Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Orthadox to the west. she is dark
The Strongest of the Strange by Charles Bukowski you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not 3 8
Poem for my 43rd Birthday by Charles Bukowski To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
Short Order by Charles Bukowski I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",