Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Alone With Everybody - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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 fill

nothing else
fills.


Anonymous submission.


Comments about Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/24/2016 12:06:00 AM)

    We are all trapped
    by a singular fate.
    A beautifully conceived poem with deep meaning. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (4/23/2016 3:24:00 PM)

    Pessimism? Possibly. However, if you live in certain parts of the big cities, in certain sub-cultures, if you live by your own wits, this poem may not reflect pessimism but realism. Based on the experiences of our life, we all have expectations about life in the future. If you see the worst of the worst everyday spilling out on the streets, it would be intelligent to expect to see it spill out on the streets tomorrow. If you move to a higher tone neighborhood, you would probably see signs of the same poverty of the soul except kept under wraps better, kept wrapped in a pretty
    package too. The crawling in and out of beds would be spoken of in more elevated terms- -like exploring one's sexuality or dating. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (4/23/2016 2:57:00 PM)

    Crawling in and out of beds! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (4/23/2016 11:35:00 AM)

    Thanks for the beautiful poem clad with a pessimistic veil but a great truth.
    I loved the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/23/2016 10:38:00 AM)

    I feel the pessimism expression that makes in this poem. Wonderfully written. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (4/23/2016 8:14:00 AM)

    Even in its pessimistic view the poem is beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Alem Hailu G/kristos Alem Hailu G/kristos (4/23/2016 7:24:00 AM)

    What a poem so ironic.My hat is flown for you Charles Bukowski. (Report) Reply

  • Alem Hailu G/kristos Alem Hailu G/kristos (4/23/2016 7:23:00 AM)

    What a poem.So ironic.Charles Bukowski my hat is flown for you! (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton Barry Middleton (4/23/2016 7:11:00 AM)

    I have to love Bukowski's nihilism. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (4/23/2016 1:11:00 AM)

    Typical of Bukowski's work. Nobody else could do it quite like he could. He was the original hippie poet. Read his biography if you haven't already done so; it's fascinating. (Report) Reply

  • rakesh panda (4/11/2016 7:22:00 AM)

    I liked it's very touched to heart (Report) Reply

  • Leialoha Perkins (4/10/2016 1:53:00 AM)

    What spirit! It rings with the casualness and truculence and respect for things of the inner life - from the first word to the last. I had never heard of Bukowski until last year or the year before - I think he died then and Newsweek or Time caught his name off some (Iʻm tempted to think) indifferent small town paper. The article said he was a poet, and was poor, lived (it was suggested) off the streets....and so on, the kinds of things that well dressed, normal people love to show how, thank-god, not everybody does that kind of thing, even for poetry.
    Here is a wonderful poet. Unmistakably the best among American poets. (Report) Reply

  • Ernest Makuakua Ernest Makuakua (1/12/2016 4:57:00 AM)

    wonderful piece i love it (Report) Reply

  • Fabian Christyanta (12/3/2015 4:56:00 AM)

    I know that feel very well. The emptyness (Report) Reply

  • Manonton Dalan (12/1/2015 8:22:00 PM)

    we are all trapped
    by singular fate
    ...this is a great (Report) Reply

  • Joe Hughes Joe Hughes (11/25/2015 11:51:00 AM)

    Sad but truly wonderful and typical of Bukowski's life (Report) Reply

  • Gobinda Sahoo Gobinda Sahoo (10/21/2015 8:15:00 PM)

    beautiful composition. wow (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/11/2015 1:47:00 PM)

    Great write, I enjoyed it.............. (Report) Reply

  • Sukanta Mohapatra Sukanta Mohapatra (8/30/2015 5:10:00 AM)

    Amazing...everything around us fills...nothing else fills (Report) Reply

  • Mia Noir Mia Noir (8/5/2015 12:06:00 AM)

    Our hearts will never fill. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal Souren Mondal (1/10/2016 6:14:00 AM)

    Exactly.. Welk said...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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