Charles Bukowski Poems

when I look back now

at the abuse I took from
...

I read last Saturday in the
redwoods outside of Santa Cruz
and I was about 3/4's finished
when I heard a long high scream
...

often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
...

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
...

it
takes
a lot of
...

the history of melancholia
includes all of us.

me, I writhe in dirty sheets
while staring at blue walls
...

a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
scrubbed the walls
...

starving there, sitting around the bars,
and at night walking the streets for
hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
...

the lady has me temporarily off the bottle
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight--
...