Charles Bukowski›Poezii
(26 texte)Henry Charles Bukowski (16 august 1920 - 9 martie 1994), a fost un poet, romancier germano-american. Scrierile lui Bukowski au fost puternic Biografia completă →
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a smile to remember
we had goldfish and they circled around and around in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes covering the picture window and my mother,
Alone with everybody.
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
40,000
at the track today, Father\'s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. most of the men
8 Count
8 Count from my bed I watch 3 birds on a telephone wire. one flies off. then another. one is left, then it too is
Another bed
another bed another women more curtains another bathroom another kitchen other eyes other hair other feet and toes. everybodys
are you drinking?
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will see the
A model
I want to be like that man who entered the restaurant tonight, he parked right in front of the front door. blocking off a good many
A Challenge To The Dark
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
A Following
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: \"Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...\" \"yeah?\" \"yeah, I got a
a radio with guts
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the window while it was playing, and, of
and the moon and the stars and the world
Long walks at night-- that\'s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened