Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

I Made A Mistake - Poem by Charles Bukowski

I reached up into the top of the closet
and took out a pair of blue panties
and showed them to her and
asked 'are these yours? '
and she looked and said,
'no, those belong to a dog.'
she left after that and I haven't seen
her since. she's not at her place.
I keep going there, leaving notes stuck
into the door. I go back and the notes
are still there. I take the Maltese cross
cut it down from my car mirror, tie it
to her doorknob with a shoelace, leave
a book of poems.
when I go back the next night everything
is still there.
I keep searching the streets for that
blood-wine battleship she drives
with a weak battery, and the doors
hanging from broken hinges.
I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.
a confused old man driving in the rain
wondering where the good luck
went.


Comments about I Made A Mistake by Charles Bukowski

  • (7/10/2015 12:49:00 AM)


    I think this poem is so much better incomplete how it is because of the name (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 3:57:00 AM)


    Nice poem this is (Report) Reply

  • (4/24/2009 7:47:00 PM)


    Full version:

    I reached up into the top of the closet
    and took out a pair of blue panties
    and showed them to her and
    asked 'are these yours? '

    and she looked and said,
    'no, those belong to a dog.'

    she left after that and I haven't seen
    her since. she's not at her place.
    I keep going there, leaving notes stuck
    into the door. I go back and the notes
    are still there. I take the Maltese cross
    cut it down from my car mirror, tie it
    to her doorknob with a shoelace, leave
    a book of poems.
    when I go back the next night everything
    is still there.

    I keep searching the streets for that
    blood-wine battleship she drives
    with a weak battery, and the doors
    hanging from broken hinges.

    I drive around the streets
    an inch away from weeping,
    ashamed of my sentimentality and
    possible love.

    a confused old man driving in the rain
    wondering where the good luck
    went.
    (Report) Reply

  • (10/3/2005 10:26:00 AM)


    and she said, 'No, those belong to some dog.' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 21, 2016


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