#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...