Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

41. Gamblers All 1/3/2003
42. Gas 3/31/2010
43. German 3/31/2010
44. Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window 1/13/2003
45. Goading The Muse 3/31/2010
46. Having The Flu And With Nothing Else To Do 1/3/2003
47. Hell Is A Lonely Place 2/9/2015
48. Hello, How Are You? 1/3/2003
49. Hemingway Never Did This 3/31/2010
50. Here I Am ... 1/13/2003
51. His Wife, The Painter 1/13/2003
52. Hooray Say The Roses 1/13/2003
53. Hot 1/13/2003
54. How Is Your Heart? 1/13/2003
55. I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet 3/31/2010
56. I Like Your Books 1/3/2003
57. I Made A Mistake 1/13/2003
58. I Met A Genius 1/13/2003
59. I'M In Love 1/13/2003
60. It Was Just A Little While Ago 1/3/2003
61. It's Ours 1/1/2004
62. Jane Icin (For Jane - In Turkish) 1/13/2003
63. Layover 1/13/2003
64. Let It Enfold You 1/1/2004
65. Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death 1/13/2003
66. Luck 1/13/2003
67. Magical Mystery Tour 1/3/2003
68. Mama 1/13/2003
69. Marina 1/13/2003
70. Melancholia 1/13/2003
71. Metamorphosis 1/13/2003
72. My Cats 1/8/2015
73. My Computer 1/3/2003
74. My Father 1/3/2003
75. My First Affair With That Older Woman 1/13/2003
76. My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant 1/3/2003
77. My Groupie 1/13/2003
78. New Mexico 1/13/2003
79. Nirvana 1/13/2003
80. No help for that 4/27/2015
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...

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Trashcan Lives

the wind blows hard tonight

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