Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

81. New Mexico 1/13/2003
82. Nirvana 1/13/2003
83. No help for that 4/27/2015
84. No. 6 1/13/2003
85. Now 1/13/2003
86. Oh Yes 1/13/2003
87. On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show 1/13/2003
88. On The Fire Suicides Of The Buddhists 1/13/2015
89. One Thirty-Six A.M. 1/3/2003
90. Out Of The Arm Of One Love... 1/13/2003
91. Paris 1/3/2003
92. Poem For My 43rd Birthday 1/13/2003
93. Poetry 1/13/2003
94. Poetry Reading 1/13/2003
95. Pull A String, A Puppet Moves 1/13/2003
96. Question And Answer 1/13/2003
97. Rain 1/13/2003
98. Rain Or Shine 1/1/2004
99. Raw With Love 1/1/2004
100. Revolt In The Ranks 1/13/2003
101. Rhyming Poem 1/13/2003
102. Shoes 1/13/2003
103. Short Order 1/13/2003
104. Show Biz 1/13/2003
105. Sleep 1/13/2003
106. Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante 1/3/2003
107. So Now? 1/13/2003
108. So You Want To Be A Writer 3/23/2015
109. Some People 1/13/2003
110. Somebody 1/13/2003
111. Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . 1/13/2003
112. Splash 1/3/2003
113. Sway With Me 1/13/2003
114. The Aliens 1/13/2003
115. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today 1/3/2003
116. The Crunch 1/3/2003
117. The Genius Of The Crowd 1/13/2003
118. The German Hotel 1/3/2003
119. The Great Escape 4/5/2016
120. The Great Slob 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards...

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The Retreat

this time has finished me.

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