Charles Bukowski Poems

I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her arrange
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when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
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225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
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I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
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from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
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with an Apple Macintosh
you can't run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
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each man must realize
that it can all disappear very
quickly:
the cat, the woman, the job,
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I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
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there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
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I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
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