Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

81. No. 6 1/13/2003
82. Now 1/13/2003
83. Oh Yes 1/13/2003
84. On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show 1/13/2003
85. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
86. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
87. Out Of The Arm Of One Love... 1/13/2003
88. Paris 1/3/2003
89. Poem For My 43rd Birthday 1/13/2003
90. Poetry 1/13/2003
91. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
92. Pull A String, A Puppet Moves 1/13/2003
93. Question And Answer 1/13/2003
94. Rain 1/13/2003
95. Rain Or Shine 1/1/2004
96. Raw With Love 1/1/2004
97. Revolt In The Ranks 1/13/2003
98. Rhyming Poem 1/13/2003
99. Shoes 1/13/2003
100. Short Order 1/13/2003
101. Show Biz 1/13/2003
102. Sleep 1/13/2003
103. Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante 1/3/2003
104. So Now? 1/13/2003
105. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
106. Some People 1/13/2003
107. Somebody 1/13/2003
108. Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . 1/13/2003
109. Splash 1/3/2003
110. Sway With Me 1/13/2003
111. The Aliens 1/13/2003
112. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today 1/3/2003
113. The Crunch 1/3/2003
114. The Genius Of The Crowd 1/13/2003
115. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
116. The Great Escape 4/5/2016
117. The Great Slob 1/3/2003
118. The House 1/13/2003
119. The Icecream People 1/13/2003
120. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
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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