Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame - Poem by Charles Bukowski

some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
past, and
you finally got
by dying,
leaving me with the
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
nonsensically about
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
this dog
dreams about.

Comments about Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame by Charles Bukowski

  • Rookie Assorted Thoughts (12/9/2011 10:13:00 PM)

    This is one of the best odes
    An enduring shrine to both the love and the beloved (although, who exactly is this Jane character...?) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 40 Points Ray Schreiber (5/10/2011 10:53:00 PM)

    To have such words with so much longing dedicated to you 28 years after your passing is a tribute few of us will ever receive. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Elizabeth Jensen (9/7/2006 12:19:00 AM)

    I agree....that last line is phenominal. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lilah Weiss (3/28/2006 6:30:00 PM)

    Brilliant, love the last line. He throws the words at you like he's closing the theatre curtains; dramatic, nonchalantly and with a very big grin, because he knows he's just put on a hell of a show -.- (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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