Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Friends Within The Darkness - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible--
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.

the old composers -- Mozart, Bach, Beethoven,
Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and
they were dead.

finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into
the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and
monotonous
jobs
by strange men behind desks
men without eyes men without faces
who would take away my hours
break them
piss on them.

now I work for the editors the readers the
critics

but still hang around and drink with
Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the
Bee
some buddies
some men
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.


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  • Rookie - 0 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/11/2014 8:09:00 AM)

    Nice poem charles (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Lilah Weiss (3/28/2006 6:32:00 PM)

    Charles, you put a smile on my face. Let's ressurect the brilliant. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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