she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather

murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood

the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.

I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain

you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—

in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.

My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...

live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.

We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...

escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you

Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark

bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going