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.


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Comments about Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

  • Rookie - 157 Points Sukanta Mohapatra (8/30/2015 5:10:00 AM)

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

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  • Rookie - 39 Points Mia Noir (8/5/2015 12:06:00 AM)

    Our hearts will never fill. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 261 Points Vhulenda Maudu (7/28/2015 4:14:00 AM)

    Melody in my ears (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 658 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 10,586 Points 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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,599 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 10,604 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 22,327 Points * 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

  • Gold Star - 8,044 Points Herbert Guitang (4/25/2014 8:18:00 AM)

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

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

    This is sad. Powerfully sad. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,395 Points 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Gold Star - 9,785 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 9,785 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 9,785 Points Khairul Ahsan (7/14/2013 2:14:00 AM)

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

  • Rookie S. Rose (7/14/2013 2:02:00 AM)

    I think that he's saying we want to connect fully with others, but it's impossible. We want to know everything about them, we want their eyes to tear our skin apart, and their words to crack our bones. But it's impossible to get to know someone completely, because flesh covers the bone. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kevin Gibbens (3/19/2012 11:06:00 PM)

    Anybody else see a Buddhist connection/message in this one? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sam Aleks (3/17/2012 1:45:00 AM)

    few people seem to understand that Bukowski could write traditional poetry, he just chose not to. He spoke for the comman LA man, i think the people who live there would agree. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Assorted Thoughts (12/31/2011 8:08:00 PM)

    Nihilism just needed a positive/negative spin to be embraced by many
    Quite the feat of an intelligent man to pull off such task
    Nicely done (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Christian Middleton (7/23/2010 12:26:00 PM)

    Celine Charcoal...i seriously doubt that your work is any better than Bukowski's, in fact, i doubt that you even come relatively close to scratching the surface of his level of skill. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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