written by Charles Bukowskioften it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no woman's love,
no wealth
can
match it.
Charles Bukowski
written by Charles Bukowski, published on Sat 01.09.2010 at 03:01
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday
written by Charles Bukowski, published on Thu 01.07.2010 at 20:25
majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet-
out the door
picking a flower, ha!
an old man,
battle-wrecked,
written by Charles Bukowski, published on Thu 01.07.2010 at 03:53
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.
written by Charles Bukowski, published on Wed 12.30.2009 at 01:49
out of the arm of one love
and into the arms of another
written by Charles Bukowski, published on Thu 12.03.2009 at 00:59
here I am
in the ground
my mouth
open
and
I can't even say
mama,
and
the dogs run by and stop and piss
