#AmericanWriters
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current