Treasure Island

Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

A Challenge To The Dark


shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance

amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life

amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant

I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life

my life not their death
my death not their death…

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Saturday, April 05, 2014

Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: dance, flower, dark

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A Challenge To The Dark by Charles Bukowski )

Enter the verification code :

  • Rebecca Lytle (5/1/2014 5:59:00 PM)

    Who the hell is going around thinking they are good enough to bleep the profanity in Bukowski's poems? ! ? ! ? BECAUSE I ASSURE YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE, THAT YOU ARE NOT AND NEVER WILL BE GOOD ENOUGH TO BLEEP BUKOWSKI may God have mercy on your poor, misguided, ignorant soul! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Alistair Plint (11/2/2012 8:57:00 AM)

    Dear Site Manager,

    I refuse to comment on the poem you have posted, because it is not Charles Bukawski's poem...
    this however is...

    shot in the eye
    shot in the brain
    shot in the ass
    shot like a flower in the dance

    amazing how death wins hands down
    amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life

    amazing how laughter has been drowned out
    amazing how viciousness is such a constant

    I must soon declare my own war on their war
    I must hold to my last piece of ground
    I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life

    my life not their death
    my death not their death...

    You lazy effort of leaving out parts of classic work is really upsetting, it is just rude and offensive.

    Al. (Report) Reply

  • Adryan Rotica (9/23/2011 10:02:00 PM)

    You are soooooo...........stupid.......... great minds always find opposite opposition....... (Report) Reply

  • Rachael Vacharasovan (11/10/2007 9:47:00 PM)

    yuk! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Danielle Deery (4/21/2006 4:59:00 PM)

    Hank is the most sane person, the most real person, the one who makes sense of this joke we call exsistence. He doesn't try, he just is....'Don't try' (Report) Reply

Read all 13 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. Mental Health...., Manny Furious
  2. A lunch hour in late May...., Manny Furious
  3. To Readers, if Any, Sandra Feldman
  4. Our Love Coexistent, Aayush Pandey
  5. A Feeling, joe foster
  6. bleery eyes, Bull Hawking
  7. Undeniably Love, Minerva Montecalvo
  8. ओझेल, Aayush Pandey
  9. Sick, joe foster
  10. If only truth was Simple, Bull Hawking

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]