#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say