Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

1. The Great Escape 4/5/2016
2. Beasts Bounding Through Time 3/19/2016
3. air and light and time and space 2/10/2016
4. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
5. No help for that 4/27/2015
6. For The Foxes 11/26/2014
7. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
8. My Cats 1/8/2015
9. Hell Is A Lonely Place 2/9/2015
10. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
11. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
12. German 3/31/2010
13. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
14. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
15. I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet 3/31/2010
16. Goading The Muse 3/31/2010
17. Gas 3/31/2010
18. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
19. New Mexico 1/13/2003
20. Hemingway Never Did This 3/31/2010
21. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
22. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
23. Shoes 1/13/2003
24. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
25. The Worst And The Best 1/13/2003
26. Three Oranges 1/13/2003
27. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
28. Marina 1/13/2003
29. The House 1/13/2003
30. My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant 1/3/2003
31. Poem For My 43rd Birthday 1/13/2003
32. My Computer 1/3/2003
33. Short Order 1/13/2003
34. Now 1/13/2003
35. Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante 1/3/2003
36. Magical Mystery Tour 1/3/2003
37. Hooray Say The Roses 1/13/2003
38. This 1/13/2003
39. These Things 1/1/2004
40. The Great Slob 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards...

Read the full of Alone With Everybody

What A Writer

what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the
dung.

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