she only fucks the ones she doesn’t want to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones she wan…
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean green shi… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
there’s Barry in his ripped walking shor… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
look there. the one you considered killing yourself for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
all right, while we are gently celebrati… and while crazy classical music leaps at… my small radio, I light a fresh cigar and realize that I am still very much al… the 21st century is almost upon me!
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-down amus… wonder why they just let it sit there in the water.
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she scream… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curlers in… and she has her huge buttocks jammed int…
An old man asked me for a cigarette and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the street,… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before their tv…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
the sun slides down through the shades. have a pair of black shoes and a pair of brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of my yout… there is numb blood pulsing through the
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog, like a square of wax,
to be writing poetry at the age of 50 like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
since my last name was Fuch, he said to… believe the school yard was tough: they… powder down my neck, threw gravel at me,… with rubber bands in class, and outside… me names, well, one name mainly, over an…
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls off and an airplane chews the white sky,
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
we fought for 17 days inside that tent thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
here I’m supposed to be a great poet and I’m sleepy in the afternoon here I am aware of death like a giant bu… charging at me and I’m sleepy in the afternoon
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpected gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your works
listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch o… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and then… will climb up on top of the others
my friend William is a fortunate man: he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wino who beat her every
stepped into the wrong end of the Jacuzz… right leg which was bad to begin with, t… with a tv writer and an actor, something… life to make a sitcom and luckily that f… day at the track I get a box seat in the…
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
he buys 5 cars a month, details them, wa… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or two g… he has a nice Jewish wife and he tells m… bangs her until the walls shake.
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
I cut the middle fingernail of the middl… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
I’ve come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I’m not kidding, it’s over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom
reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue pan ties and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said,
probably from the belly button or from t… bed, or maybe from the mouth of the shar… the car crash on the avenue that leaves… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong under an
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walked towa… me, we shook hands, he slipped me 2 red tickets for free car washes, “find you l… told him, walked on through to waiting area with wife, we sat on outside bench.
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to somewh… are the feelings other men have for othe… see the tracks and all the boxcars
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
call it th e green house effect or what… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of the depression era.
