Charles Bukowski Poems

drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
...

when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
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at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeths.
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some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
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little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
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We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
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good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen
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Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
Orthadox to the
west.
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some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
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