Charles Bukowski Poems
|121.||The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth||1/13/2003|
|122.||The Night I Was Going To Die||1/13/2003|
|126.||The Sun Wields Mercy||1/1/2004|
|127.||The Trash Men||3/31/2010|
|128.||The Worst And The Best||1/13/2003|
|132.||To The Whore Who Took My Poems||1/13/2003|
|135.||Trollius And Trellises||3/31/2010|
|138.||We Ain'T Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain||1/13/2003|
|139.||What A Writer||1/1/2004|
|140.||What Can We Do?||1/13/2003|
|141.||Whats The Use Of A Title?||1/1/2004|
|145.||Young In New Orleans||1/3/2003|
A Smile To Remember
we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!'
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.
my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: 'Henry, ...
this time has finished me.