Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Sleep - Poem by Charles Bukowski

she was a short one
getting fat and she had once been
beautiful and
she drank the wine
she drank the wine in bed and
talked and screamed and cursed at
me
and i told her


Comments about Sleep by Charles Bukowski

  • Fabrizio Frosini (4/23/2016 11:32:00 AM)


    again, not the full text, but only a few lines.. it's frustrating: ( (Report) Reply

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  • (3/8/2015 1:20:00 AM)


    Full text: she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and talked and screamed and cursed at me and i told her please, I need some sleep. -sleep? sleep? ya son of a bitch, ya never sleep, ya don’t need any sleep! I buried her one morning early I carried her down the sides of the Hollywood Hills brambles and rabbits and rocks running in front of me and by the time I’d dug the ditch and stuck her in belly down and put the dirt back on the sun was up and it was warm and the flies were lazy and I could hardly see anything out of my eyes everything was so warm and yellow. I managed to drive home and I got into bed and I slept for 5 days and 4 nights. (Report) Reply

  • (3/28/2006 7:32:00 PM)


    wonder if she listened? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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