Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

121. The House 1/13/2003
122. The Icecream People 1/13/2003
123. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
124. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
125. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
126. The Lucky Ones 1/3/2003
127. The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth 1/13/2003
128. The Night I Was Going To Die 1/13/2003
129. The Retreat 1/13/2003
130. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
131. The Shower 1/13/2003
132. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
133. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
134. The Worst And The Best 1/13/2003
135. These Things 1/1/2004
136. This 1/13/2003
137. Three Oranges 1/13/2003
138. To The Whore Who Took My Poems 1/13/2003
139. Trapped 1/13/2003
140. Trashcan Lives 1/13/2003
141. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
142. True 1/13/2003
143. True Story 1/13/2003
144. We Ain'T Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain 1/13/2003
145. What A Writer 1/1/2004
146. What Can We Do? 1/13/2003
147. Whats The Use Of A Title? 1/1/2004
148. Working Out 1/13/2003
149. Writing 1/13/2003
150. Yes Yes 1/13/2003
151. Young In New Orleans 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...

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Trashcan Lives

the wind blows hard tonight

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