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the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
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.
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather