Charles Bukowski Poems

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

too much too little

too fat
too thin
...

cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden sonra benden daha cok sey biliyor olmalisin.
kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, artik bir sepetteki kuru bir cubuksun.
...

In the betting line the other
day
man behind me asked,
"are you Henry
...

when you're young
a pair of
female
high-heeled shoes
...

don't undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don't undress the mannequin
you might find
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it
takes
a lot of
...

there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
...

poetry readings have to be some of the saddest
damned things ever,
the gathering of the clansmen and clanladies,
...

the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
...