Charles Bukowski Poems

at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeths.
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some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
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The flies are angry bits of life;
why are they so angry?
it seems they want more,
it seems almost as if they
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little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
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good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen
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Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
Orthadox to the
west.
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when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
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some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
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We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
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death wants more death, and its webs are full:
I remember my father's garage, how child-like
I would brush the corpses of flies
from the windows they thought were escape-
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