#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...