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

  • Malabika Ray ChoudhuryMalabika Ray Choudhury (10/10/2019 7:48:00 PM)

    It's hard to describe this poem - dramatic? Kind of reminded me of Robert Browning's Porphyria's Lover - the famous dramatic monologue!(Report)Reply

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (10/10/2019 1:59:00 PM)

    I want you to buy me
    some high-heeled shoes
    with tall thin spikes,
    black high-heeled shoes.
    no, I want them
    red... very fine poem. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Uche NwanzeUche Nwanze (10/10/2019 10:26:00 AM)

    'I watch her walk down the cement walk under the trees
    She walks all right...'
    You killed it, your expressions leaves a lasting impression.(Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (10/10/2019 7:22:00 AM)

    Nice poem. Enjoyed the finish. Thanks.(Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (10/10/2019 4:36:00 AM)

    I touch her wrists and hands
    feel up to
    her elbows
    no further.
    she gets up...// so loving expression(Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (10/10/2019 2:38:00 AM)

    This poem has been selected for second time as the modern poem of the poem of the day. This is really a beautiful poem by Charles Bukowski.(Report)Reply

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  • Dominic WindramDominic Windram (10/10/2019 2:32:00 AM)

    Great poem from the guy who once said, ' Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.'. I guess he has a point!(Report)Reply

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  • Ramotlhaba ChrisjanRamotlhaba Chrisjan (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 PaulLyn Paul (10/10/2018 4:17:00 PM)

    A beautiful expressive write.
    May you RIP Charles Bukowski(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (10/10/2018 12:29:00 PM)

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


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

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

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

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani 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

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab 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

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

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

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  • P. MasonP. Mason (12/1/2016 8:23:00 PM)

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

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  • Marcy Jarvis (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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