#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
Then I started attending Mt. Justin Jr. High. About half the guys from Delsey Grammar School went there, the biggest and toughest half. Another gang of giants came from other schools. O...
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young