your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
I care for you, darling, I love you, the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N. and because you fucked N. I had to fuck Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you here in my belly like a baby, love… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
the suicide kid I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed. but all I could do was to get drunk again. worse, the bar patrons even ended up liking me. there I was trying to get pushed over the dark edge and I ended up with free drinks while somewhere else some… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things — Charles Bukowski, from “Wall Clock,” Open All Night: New Poems. (Black Sparrow Press, September 1, 2000)
Today I will walk in the sun. I will simply walk in the sun. — Charles Bukowski, from a letter to Ann Bauman, Screams From The Balcony: Selected Letters 1960 – 1970 ( HarperCollins e-books, 2009)
and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don’t phone don’t write don’t arrive. — Charles Bukowski, from “Alone Again,” Come On In!: New Poems. (Ecco (March 27, 2007) Originally published January 3rd 2006.
Baby, in a couple of minutes I’m going to rip off your god damned panties and show you some turkey neck you’ll remember all the way to the graveside. I have a vast and curved penis, like a sickle, and many a gutted pussy has gasped come upon my callous and roach-smeared rug. First let… Continue reading Charles Bukowski