#AmericanWriters
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
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