Charles Bukowski Poems

the final curtain on one of the longest running
musicals ever, some people claim to have
seen it over one hundred times.
I saw it on the tv news, that final curtain:
...

I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her arrange
...

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
...

I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
...

from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
...

with an Apple Macintosh
you can't run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
...

each man must realize
that it can all disappear very
quickly:
the cat, the woman, the job,
...

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
...

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
...

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
...