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").
Oh Yes
there are worse things thanbeing alonebut it often takes decadesto realize thisand most oftenwhen you doit's too lateand there's nothing worsethantoo..
© Charles Bukowski
I Met A Genius
I met a genius on the traintodayabout 6 years old,he sat beside meand as the trainran down along the coastwe came to the oceanand then he looked at..
© Charles Bukowski
Pull A String, A Puppet Moves
each man must realizethat it can all disappear veryquickly:the cat, the woman, the job,the front tire,the bed, the walls, theroom; all our..
© Charles Bukowski
16-Bit Intel 8088 Chip
with an Apple Macintoshyou can't run Radio Shack programsin its disc drive.nor can a Commodore 64drive read a fileyou have created on anIBM Personal..
© Charles Bukowski
8 Count
from my bedI watch3 birdson a telephonewire.one fliesoff.thenanother.one is left,thenit toois gone.my typewriter istombstonestill.and I amreduced to..
© Charles Bukowski
Friends Within The Darkness
I can remember starving in asmall room in a strange cityshades pulled down, listening toclassical musicI was young I was so young it hurt like a..
© Charles Bukowski
For Jane
225 days under grassand you know more than I.they have long taken your blood,you are a dry stick in a basket.is this how it works?in this roomthe..
© Charles Bukowski
Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help mostwhen God created dogs He didn't help dogswhen God created plants that was averagewhen God created hate we..
© Charles Bukowski
Eat Your Heart Out
I've come by, she says, to tell youthat this is it. I'm not kidding, it'sover. this is it.I sit on the couch watching her arrangeher long red hair..
© Charles Bukowski
Curtain
the final curtain on one of the longest runningmusicals ever, some people claim to haveseen it over one hundred times.I saw it on the tv news, that..
© Charles Bukowski
Death Wants More Death
death wants more death, and its webs are full:I remember my father's garage, how child-likeI would brush the corpses of fliesfrom the windows they..
© Charles Bukowski
Finish
We are like roses that have never bothered tobloom when we should have bloomed andit is as ifthe sun has become disgusted withwaiting
© Charles Bukowski
Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep At nightmust dream of bonesand I remember your bonesin fleshand bestin that dark green dressand those high-heeled brightblack..
© Charles Bukowski
Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window
Sunday, I am eating agrapefruit, church is over at the RussianOrthadox to thewest.she is darkof Eastern descent,large brown eyes look up from the..
© Charles Bukowski
Cows In Art Class
good weatheris likegood women-it doesn't always happenand when it doesit doesn'talways last.man ismore stable:if he's badthere's more chancehe'll..
© Charles Bukowski
Raw With Love
little dark girl withkind eyeswhen it comes time touse the knifeI won't flinch andI won't blameyou,as I drive along the shore aloneas the palms..
© Charles Bukowski
2 Flies
The flies are angry bits of life;why are they so angry?it seems they want more,it seems almost as if theyare angrythat they are flies;it is not my..
© Charles Bukowski
To The Whore Who Took My Poems
some say we should keep personal remorse from thepoem,stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,but jezus;twelve poems gone and I don't keep..
© Charles Bukowski
Close To Greatness
at one stage in my lifeI met a man who claimed to havevisited Pound at St. Elizabeths.then I met a woman who not onlyclaimed to have visitedE.P.but..
© Charles Bukowski
Big Night On The Town
drunk on the dark streets of some city,it's night, you're lost, where's yourroom?you enter a bar to find yourself,order scotch and water.damned bar's..
© Charles Bukowski
40,000
at the track today,Father's Day,each paid admission wasentitled to a walletand each contained alittle surprise.most of the men seemedbetween 30 and..
© Charles Bukowski
Consummation Of Grief
I even hear the mountainsthe way they laughup and down their blue sidesand down in the waterthe fish cryand the wateris their tears.I listen to the..
© Charles Bukowski
Carson Mccullers
she died of alcoholismwrapped in a blanketon a deck chairon an oceansteamer.all her books ofterrified lonelinessall her books aboutthe crueltyof..
© Charles Bukowski
Back To The Machine Gun
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mailin my old torn bathrobe.I'm hung overhair down in my eyesbarefootgingerly walking on the small sharp..
© Charles Bukowski