Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Big Night On The Town - Poem by Charles Bukowski

drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.

you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender

you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died

Comments about Big Night On The Town by Charles Bukowski

  • Gold Star - 42,093 Points Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/2/2015 2:03:00 PM)

    Out of life poem, telling..........10 (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 6 Points Brett Mb (11/9/2013 9:11:00 AM)

    It's like a scene in a Frank Miller's Sin City GN. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie George Makris (10/2/2008 9:23:00 AM)

    i have a friend who dines inside me.. thats what the future holds... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie James Sides (8/4/2008 6:06:00 AM)

    Love died laughing

    A timeless line
    The way love always dies (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Oliver Brookshore (10/27/2007 5:59:00 AM)

    A great poem. Gripping 'blow-by-blow' imagery in such detail that the reader is fixated upon each word. An interesting and almost careless way of arranging lines. An excellent piece. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Hanne Breivik (12/6/2006 2:22:00 PM)

    I love the dark, but somehow optimistic tone here, shown through the slightly feeling of the small piece of pride still left. I love it for the never-judging sentences and raw, and still sudden words. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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