#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.