Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Alone With Everybody - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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 fill

nothing else
fills.


Anonymous submission.


Comments about Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

  • Ernest Makuakua Ernest Makuakua (1/12/2016 4:57:00 AM)

    wonderful piece i love it (Report) Reply

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  • Fabian Christyanta (12/3/2015 4:56:00 AM)

    I know that feel very well. The emptyness (Report) Reply

  • Manonton Dalan (12/1/2015 8:22:00 PM)

    we are all trapped
    by singular fate
    ...this is a great (Report) Reply

  • Joe Hughes Joe Hughes (11/25/2015 11:51:00 AM)

    Sad but truly wonderful and typical of Bukowski's life (Report) Reply

  • Gobinda Sahoo Gobinda Sahoo (10/21/2015 8:15:00 PM)

    beautiful composition. wow (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/11/2015 1:47:00 PM)

    Great write, I enjoyed it.............. (Report) Reply

  • Sukanta Mohapatra Sukanta Mohapatra (8/30/2015 5:10:00 AM)

    Amazing...everything around us fills...nothing else fills (Report) Reply

  • Mia Noir Mia Noir (8/5/2015 12:06:00 AM)

    Our hearts will never fill. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal Souren Mondal (1/10/2016 6:14:00 AM)

    Exactly.. Welk said...

  • Vhulenda Maudu (7/28/2015 4:14:00 AM)

    Melody in my ears (Report) Reply

  • Frank Blacharczyk Frank Blacharczyk (5/27/2015 9:27:00 AM)

    This man is a great poet. He takes our hidden human nature and brings it out into the open. Even if we don't want to admit what our human nature looks like it he is awfully damn close and we do everything to hide it. (Report) Reply

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair Madathil Rajendran Nair (3/12/2015 9:37:00 AM)

    This is gruesome. And this man gets away with it. There is a charm in his words - however pessimistic they are. This poem fills like never ever! (Report) Reply

  • Kay Staley (11/13/2014 9:47:00 AM)

    Very realistic. I get tired of all the fluffy optimistic stuff that everyone else writes, so this was quite refreshing to say the least. Nice imagery and horrific ideas or purity. Fun to read. (Report) Reply

  • Frank Avon (9/15/2014 10:29:00 PM)

    Wow! I never knew Bukowski was so pessimistic. I also didn't know he was quiet this good a poet. I'll read more. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (6/17/2014 8:37:00 PM)

    .........this is a great write.....the title explains the poem....alone with everybody....even in a room full of people you are alone....or on this planet.... you are still alone... (Report) Reply

  • Herbert Guitang Herbert Guitang (4/25/2014 8:18:00 AM)

    A powerful message in words. A powerful poem with sadness. (Report) Reply

  • Fiona Schwartzinoff Fiona Schwartzinoff (12/21/2013 10:06:00 PM)

    This is sad. Powerfully sad. (Report) Reply

  • Smoky Hoss (12/10/2013 12:14:00 PM)

    The relentless story of humanity; searchers we are born, seekers we die, never quite right, 'tween earth and sky. (Report) Reply

  • M. Warrens (12/8/2013 7:40:00 PM)

    I feel, that its just about longing for the perfect partner for you, you keep trying, hooking up, but each time you don't feel anything but lust (which is sometimes confused for love) for the person, and eventually lose interest and fight and or drink to deal with the fighting, and you continue to feel empty (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan Khairul Ahsan (7/14/2013 2:17:00 AM)

    I think S. Rose has given a more plausible explanation, to which I tend to agree. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan Khairul Ahsan (7/14/2013 2:15:00 AM)

    I think S. Rose has given a more plausible explanation, to which I tend to agree. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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