sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the

once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…

I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead

Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat

think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college

in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.

in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…

call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh

I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…

the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…

the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.

I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about

I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon

the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels

red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt

light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.

I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.

the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.

consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—

she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these

I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…

she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees

she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…

I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.

my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…

I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…

this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into

schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun

a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead

she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this

I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…

here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…

drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the

I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.

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

I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed

I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.

murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood