Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

His Wife, The Painter - Poem by Charles Bukowski

There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like
insanity sprung from a waving line; Turgenev, Turgenev,
says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane Austin, too.
"I am going to do her portrait on the 28th, while you are
at work."

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  • Adam Holmes (4/6/2009 9:15:00 PM)

    why are half of Buk's peoms on here incomplete? should be a crime (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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