I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…

Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...

I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.

Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...

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

I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the

I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed

she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,

the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside

cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air

monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…

and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love