Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Eat Your Heart Out - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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
her long red hair before my bedroom
mirror.
she pulls her hair up and
piles it on top of her head-
she lets her eyes look at
my eyes-
then she drops her hair and
lets it fall down in front of her face.
we go to bed and I hold her
speechlessly from the back
my arm around her neck
I touch her wrists and hands
feel up to
her elbows
no further.
she gets up.
this is it, she says,
this will do. well,
I'm going.
I get up and walk her
to the door
just as she leaves
she says,
I want you to buy me
some high-heeled shoes
with tall thin spikes,
black high-heeled shoes.
no, I want them
red.
I watch her walk down the cement walk
under the trees
she walks all right and
as the pointsettas drip in the sun
I close the door.


Comments about Eat Your Heart Out by Charles Bukowski

  • (10/10/2018 11:18:00 PM)


    This poem is fun and amazing. Thank you for bringing such art into our lives. May your soul rest in peace (Report) Reply

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  • Lyn Paul (10/10/2018 4:17:00 PM)


    A beautiful expressive write.
    May you RIP Charles Bukowski
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/10/2018 12:29:00 PM)


    I watch her walk down.... ......


    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
    (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/10/2018 11:15:00 AM)


    Beautiful poem. An unexpected ending that a great poet can give. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/10/2018 5:44:00 AM)


    I watch her walk down the cement walk
    under the trees
    she walks all right and
    as the pointsettas drip in the sun
    I close the door.....so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.
    (Report) Reply

  • Petals Azureblue (10/10/2018 2:31:00 AM)


    Amazing poem. Vivid imagery. Enjoyable drama thanks for posting. (Report) Reply

  • Mahtab Bangalee (10/10/2018 1:41:00 AM)


    beautiful image-

    I sit on the couch watching her arrange
    her long red hair before my bedroom
    mirror.
    she pulls her hair up and
    piles it on top of her head-
    she lets her eyes look at
    my eyes-
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/10/2018 12:53:00 AM)


    Such a great poem by Charles Bukowski....................... (Report) Reply

  • P. Mason (12/1/2016 8:23:00 PM)

    Anyone
    Who has endured these sorts of endings that never end can understand this poem. I like it! (Report) Reply

  • (10/3/2005 9:42:00 AM)


    I-want, I-want-Charles-In-Charge-of-me (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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