you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,

I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...

she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite

there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide

nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…

one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you

she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair

suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…

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

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...

sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…

I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother