Charles Bukowski Poems

she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
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she was hot, she was so hot
I didn't want anybody else to have her,
and if I didn't get home on time
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you haven't lived
until you've been in a
flophouse
with nothing but one
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I reached up into the top of the closet
and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and
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sway with me, everything sad -
madmen in stone houses
without doors,
lepers steaming love and song
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I read a book about John Dos Passos and according to
the book once radical-communist
John ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investments
and reading the
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some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
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There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like
insanity sprung from a waving line; Turgenev, Turgenev,
says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane Austin, too.
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