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").
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
Sway With Me
sway with me, everything sad -madmen in stone houseswithout doors,lepers steaming love and songfrogs trying to figurethe sky;sway with me, sad things..
© Charles Bukowski
I Made A Mistake
I reached up into the top of the closetand took out a pair of blue pantiesand showed them to her andasked 'are these yours? 'and she looked and..
© Charles Bukowski
The Aliens
you may not believe itbut there are peoplewho go through life withvery littlefriction ordistress.they dress well, eatwell, sleep well.they are..
© Charles Bukowski
Whats The Use Of A Title?
They don't make itthe beautiful die in flame-suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-ever...they rip their arms off,throw themselves out of windows,they..
© Charles Bukowski
Nirvana
not much chance,completely cut loose frompurpose,he was a young manriding a busthrough North Carolinaon the wat to somewhereand it began to snowand..
© Charles Bukowski
I'm In Love
she's young, she said,but look at me,I have pretty ankles,and look at my wrists, I have prettywristso my god,I thought it was all working,and now..
© Charles Bukowski
We Ain'T Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain
call it the greenhouse effect or whateverbut it just doesn't rain like it used to.I particularly remember the rains of thedepression era.there wasn't..
© Charles Bukowski
Cut While Shaving
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,the way the music sounds, the way the words arewritten.It's never quite right, he said, all the..
© Charles Bukowski
How Is Your Heart?
during my worst timeson the park benchesin the jailsor living withwhoresI always had this certaincontentment-I wouldn't call ithappiness-it was more..
© Charles Bukowski
Flophouse
you haven't liveduntil you've been in aflophousewith nothing but onelight bulband 56 mensqueezed togetheron cotswith everybodysnoringat onceand some..
© Charles Bukowski
Decline
naked along the side of the house,8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oilover my body, Jesus, have I cometo this?I once battled in dark alleys for..
© Charles Bukowski
About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter
he lives in a house with a swimming pooland says the job iskilling him.he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem toget rid ofhim. his novels keep comingback...
© Charles Bukowski
Freedom
he drank wine all night of the28th, and he kept thinking of her:the way she walked and talked and lovedthe way she told him things that seemed..
© Charles Bukowski
For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough:
I pick up the skirt,I pick up the sparkling beadsin black,this thing that moved oncearound flesh,and I call God a liar,I say anything that movedlike..
© Charles Bukowski