he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…

the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its

I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer

We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...

she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...

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 looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...

feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine

these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough

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;

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

have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.