One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...

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 know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.

is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…

am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…

Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...

This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors

it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!

The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...

near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their