#AmericanWriters
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…