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

The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...

welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.

it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind

first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,

My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...

he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.

the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed

is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown