It’s Ours there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot… Read More ›
Charles Bukowski
Poem of the Week: wandering in the cage by Charles Bukowski
wandering in the cage languid conjecture during hours of moil, trapped in the shadows of the father. sidewalks outside of cafes are lonely through the day. my cat looks at me and is not sure what I am and I… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Spark by Charles Bukowski
Spark I always resented all the years, the hours, the minutes I gave them as a working stiff, it actually hurt my head, my insides, it made me dizzy and a bit crazy — I couldn’t understand the murdering of… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Barfly by Charles Bukowski
Barfly Jane, who has been dead for 31 years, never could have imagined that I would write a screenplay of our drinking days together and that it would be made into a movie and that a beautiful movie star would… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski
air and light and time and space “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Something for the Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . .by Charles Bukowski
Something for the Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butterflies in half and some men do it… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain by Charles Bukowski
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. I particularly remember the rains of the depression era. there wasn’t any money but… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: in the bottom by Charles Bukowski
in the bottom in the bottom of the hour lurks the smoking claw the red train the letter home the deep-fried blues. in the bottom of the hour lurks the song you sang together the mouse in the attic the… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Heat Wave by Charles Bukowski
Heat Wave another one. this night the people sit drunk or drugged or some of them sit in front of their tv sets slapped silly. some few have air-conditioning. the neighborhood dogs and cats flop about waiting for a… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: The Genius of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski
The Genius of the Crowd there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best… Read More ›
