Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Lucky Ones
stuck in the rain on the freeway, 6:15 p.m.,these are the lucky ones, these are thedutifully employed, most with their radios on as loudas possible..
© Charles Bukowski
Working Out
Van Gogh cut off his eargave it to aprostitutewho flung it away inextremedisgust.
© Charles Bukowski
Hello, How Are You?
this fear of being what they are:dead.at least they are not out on the street, theyare careful to stay indoors, thosepasty mad who sit alone before..
© Charles Bukowski
Gamblers All
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,I'm not going to make it, but you laugh insideremembering all the times you've felt that..
© Charles Bukowski
So Now?
the words have come and gone,I sit ill.the phone rings, the cats sleep.Linda vacuums.I am waiting to live,waiting to die.I wish I could ring in some..
© Charles Bukowski
Poetry Reading
poetry readings have to be some of the saddestdamned things ever,the gathering of the clansmen and clanladies,week after week, month after month..
© Charles Bukowski
It's Ours
there is always that space therejust before they get to usthat spacethat fine relaxerthe breatherwhile sayflopping on a bedthinking of nothingor..
© Charles Bukowski
Poetry
ittakesa lot ofdesperationdissatisfactionanddisillusiontowriteafewgoodpoems.it's notforeverybodyeither towriteitor even toreadit
© Charles Bukowski
Trapped
don't undress my loveyou might find a mannequin:don't undress the mannequinyou might findmy love.
© Charles Bukowski
Shoes
when you're younga pair offemalehigh-heeled shoesjust sittingalonein the closetcan fire yourbones;when you're oldit's justa pair of..
© Charles Bukowski
I Like Your Books
In the betting line the otherdayman behind me asked,"are you HenryChinaski?""uh huh," I answered."I like your books," he wenton."thanks," I..
© Charles Bukowski
Jane Icin (For Jane - In Turkish)
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden sonra benden daha cok sey biliyor olmalisin.kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, artik bir sepetteki kuru bir cubuksun.bu..
© Charles Bukowski
The Icecream People
the lady has me temporarily off the bottleand now the pecker stands upbetter.however, things change overnight--instead of listening to Shostakovich..
© Charles Bukowski
Metamorphosis
a girlfriend came inbuilt me a bedscrubbed and waxed the kitchen floorscrubbed the wallsvacuumedcleaned the toiletthe bathtubscrubbed the bathroom..
© Charles Bukowski
Melancholia
the history of melancholiaincludes all of us.me, I writhe in dirty sheetswhile staring at blue wallsand nothing.I have gotten so used to..
© Charles Bukowski
Hot
she was hot, she was so hotI didn't want anybody else to have her,and if I didn't get home on timeshe'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that-I'd go..
© Charles Bukowski
Writing
often it is the onlythingbetween you andimpossibility.no drink,no woman's love,no wealthcanmatch it.
© Charles Bukowski
My Groupie
I read last Saturday in theredwoods outside of Santa Cruzand I was about 3/4's finishedwhen I heard a long high screamand a quite attractiveyoung..
© Charles Bukowski
My First Affair With That Older Woman
when I look back nowat the abuse I took fromherI feel shame that I was soinnocent,but I must sayshe did match me drink fordrink,and I realized that..
© Charles Bukowski
His Wife, The Painter
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic likeinsanity sprung from a waving..
© Charles Bukowski
Rhyming Poem
the goldfish sing all night with guitars,and the whores go down with the stars,the whores go down with the stars
© Charles Bukowski
Some People
some people never go crazy.me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couchfor 3 or 4 days.they'll find me there.it's Cherub, they'll say, andthey pour..
© Charles Bukowski
Having The Flu And With Nothing Else To Do
I read a book about John Dos Passos and according tothe book once radical-communistJohn ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investmentsand..
© Charles Bukowski