#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a