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Bukowski, Charles (1920-1994)
Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973
Santa Rosa
Black Sparrow Press 1997
232 p.
Preliminaries omitted
Copyright 1963, 1964, 1965, 1966, 1967, 1968, 1974 by Charles Bukowski. Black
Sparrow Press
ISBN 087685191X



Burning in Water Drowning in Flame


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by Charles Bukowski
Flower, Fist and Bestial Wail (1960)
Longshot Pomes for Broke Players (1962)
Run with the Hunted (1962)
It Catches My Heart in Its Hands (1963)
Crucifix in a Deathhand (1965)
Cold Dogs in the Courtyard (1965)
Confessions of a Man Insane Enough to Live with Beasts (1965)
All the Assholes in the World and Mine (1966)
At Terror Street and Agony Way (1968)
Poems Written Before Jumping out of an 8 Story Window (1968)
Notes of a Dirty Old Man (1969)
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills (1969)
Fire Station (1970)
Post Office (1971)
Mockingbird Wish Me Luck (1972)
Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions and General Tales of Ordinary Madness
(1972)
South of No North (1973)
Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1974)
Factotum (1975)
Love Is a Dog from Hell: Poems 1974-1977 (1977)
Women (1978)
Play the Piano Drunk/Like a Percussion Instrument/Until the Fingers Begin to
Bleed a Bit (1979)
Dangling in the Tournefortia (1981)
Ham on Rye (1982)
Bring Me Your Love (1983)
Hot Water Music (1983)
There's No Business (1984)
War All the Time: Poems 1981-1984 (1984)
You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense (1986)
The Movie: "Barfly" (1987)
The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems 1946-1966 (1988)
Hollywood (1989)
Septuagenarian Stew: Stories & Poems (1990)
The Last Night of the Earth Poems (1992)
Run with the Hunted. A Charles Bukowski Reader (1993)
Screams from the Balcony: Selected Letters 1960-1970 (1993)
Pulp (1994)
Shakespeare Never Did This (augmented edition) (1995)
Living on Luck: Selected Letters 1960s-1970s, Volume 2 (1995)
Betting on the Muse: Poems & Stories (1996)
Bone Palace Ballet: New Poems (1997)


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Preface
The poems in the first three sections of this book were originally published in
three volumes now long out of print: It Catches My Heart in Its Hands (Loujon
Press, 1963), Crucifix in a Deathhand (Loujon Press in collaboration with Lyle
Stuart, Inc., 1965), and At Terror Street and Agony Way (Black Sparrow Press,
1968). The author would like to give acknowledgement to the publishers of these
volumes, Jon and Louise Webb, Lyle Stuart, and John Martin.
The author would like to thank the National Endowment for the Arts for a grant
on which the poems in the final section of this book were written.


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Dedication
for Steve Richmond


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AUTHOR'S INTRODUCTION
The poems in the first three sections of this book are from the years 1955-1968
and the poems in the last section are the new work of 1972-1973. The reader
might wonder what happened to the years 1969-1971, since the author once did
vanish (literally) from 1944 to 1954. But not this time. The Days Run Away Like
Wild Horses Over The Hills (Black Sparrow Press, 1969) contains the poems from
late 1968 and most of 1969, plus selections from five early chapbooks not
covered by the first three sections of this book. Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
(Black Sparrow Press, 1972) prints poems written from late 1969 to early 1972.
So, for my critics, readers, friends, enemies, ex-lovers and new lovers, the
present volume along with Days and Mockingbird contain what I like to consider
my best work written over the past nineteen years.
Each of these sections brings back special memories. For It Catches My Heart In
Its Hands I was required to make a trip to New Orleans. The editor first had to
check me out to see if I was a decent human being. Catching the train at the
Union Station just below the Terminal Annex of the Post Office where I worked
for Uncle Sam, I sat in the bar car and drank scotch and water and sped toward
New Orleans to be judged and measured by an ex-con who owned an ancient printing
press. Jon Webb believed that most writers (and he'd met some good ones
including Sherwood Anderson, Faulkner, Hemingway) were detestable human beings
when they were away from their typewriters. I arrived, they met me, Jon and his
wife, Louise, we drank and talked for two weeks, then Jon Webb said, "You're a
bastard, Bukowski, but I'm going to publish you anyhow." I left town. But that
wasn't all. Soon they were both in Los Angeles with their two dogs in a green
hotel just off skid row. Re-check. Drink and talk. I was still a bastard.
Goodbye. Much leaving and waving through train windows. Louise cried through the
glass. It Catches was published ...
The bulk of the poems in Crucifix In A Deathhand were written during one very
hot, lyrical month in New Orleans in the year 1965. I'd walk down the street and
I'd stagger, sober I'd stagger, hear

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churchbells, wounded dogs, wounded me, all that. I had gone into a slump or a
blackout after the publication of It Catches, and Jon and Louise had brought me
back down to New Orleans. I lived right around the corner from them with a fat,
kind woman whose ex-husband (who'd died) had come very close to being
welterweight or middleweight champion of the world, I forget which. Each night I
went over to Jon and Louise's and we drank until early morning at a small table
in the kitchen with the roaches running up and down the wall in front of us
(they particularly liked to circle around an unshaded lightbulb sticking out of
the wall) as we drank and talked.
I would go back to my place and awaken about 10:30 a.m., quite sick. I'd dress
and walk over to Jon's place. The press was below street level and I'd peek down
at him before I knocked. I could see him through the window, calm, cool, hardly
hungover at all, humming, and feeding pages of Crucifix into the press.
"Got any poems, Bukowski?" he'd ask as I walked in. (One had to be careful:
feeding poems into a waiting press can easily dissolve into journalism.)
Jon would become downright unlaced if I didn't have a handful of poems. It
wasn't as pleasant to be around that bastard then, and I'd find myself back in
my room beating the typer. In the evening, if I brought him a little sheaf of
poems, his mood would be better.
So I kept writing poems. We drank with the roaches, the place was small, and
pages 5, 6, 7 and 8 were stacked in the bathtub, nobody could bathe, and pages
1, 2, 3 and 4 were in a large trunk, and soon there wasn't anyplace to put
anything. There were 7-and-one-half foot stacks of pages everywhere. Very
carefully we moved between them. The bathtub had been useful but the bed was in
the way. So Jon built a little loft out of discarded lumber. Plus a stairway.
And Jon and Louise slept up there on a mattress and the bed was given away.
There was more floor space to stack the pages. "Bukowski, Bukowski everywhere! I
am going crazy!" said Louise. The roaches circled and we drank and the press
gulped my poems. A very strange time, and that was Crucifix ...


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I used to go to John Thomas' place and stay all night. We'd take pills and drink
and talk. That is, John took the pills and I took the pills and drank, and we
both talked. John was then in the habit of taping everything, whether it was
good or bad, dull or interesting, worthless or useful. We would listen to our
conversations the next day, and it was a worthwhile process, at least for me. I
realized how oafish and overbearing and off-target I often was, at least when I
was high. And sometimes when I wasn't.
At one time during these tapings John asked that I bring over some poems and
read them. I did. And left the poems there and forgot about them. The poems were
thrown out with the garbage. Months passed. One day Thomas phoned me. "Those
poems, Bukowski, would make a good book." "What poems, John?" He said he had
taken out the tape of my poems and had listened to it again. "I'd have to type
them off the tape, it's just too much work," I said. "I'll type them up for
you." I agreed, and soon I had the poems back in typescript form.
At this time a balding red-haired man with a high, scrubbed forehead, meticulous
and kind, with a very faint, perpetual grin was coming by. He worked as the
manager of an office furniture and supply company and was a collector of rare
books. His name was John Martin. He had published some of my poems as
broadsides. He wrote me out checks as I sat in my kitchen across from him,
drinking beer and signing the broadsides. It was the beginning of the Black
Sparrow Press, a house that was soon to begin publishing a large portion of
America's avant-garde poetry, but neither of us knew it then.
I showed John Martin the poems Thomas had typed off the tape for me. I had
checked his transcriptions, and he'd done a careful, accurate job. John Martin
took the poems home with him and phoned me a couple of days later: "You have a
book there and I'm going to publish it myself." And that's how some almost lost
poems were found again and printed in book form and the Black Sparrow was
flying. I called the book At Terror Street And Agony Way.


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Looking at these poems written between 1955 and 1973 I like (for one reason or
another) the last poems best. I am pleased with this. I have, of course, no idea
what shape my future poems will take, or even if I will write any, because I
have no idea how long I will go on living, but since I began writing poetry
quite late in life, at the age of 35, I like to think they'll give me a few
extra years now, at this end. Meanwhile, the poems that follow will have to do.
Charles Bukowski
January 30, 1974


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I
It Catches My Heart in Its Hands
Poems 1955-1963


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Epigraph

lay down
lay down and wait like
an animal

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Bukowski, Charles:the tragedy of the leaves [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead,
2 the potted plants yellow as corn;
3 my woman was gone
4 and the empty bottles like bled corpses
5 surrounded me with their uselessness;
6 the sun was still good, though,
7 and my landlady's note cracked in fine and
8 undemanding yellowness; what was needed now
9 was a good comedian, ancient style, a jester
10 with jokes upon absurd pain; pain is absurd
11 because it exists, nothing more;
12 I shaved carefully with an old razor
13 the man who had once been young and
14 said to have genius; but
15 that's the tragedy of the leaves,
16 the dead ferns, the dead plants;
17 and I walked into a dark hall
18 where the landlady stood
19 execrating and final,
20 sending me to hell,
21 waving her fat, sweaty arms
22 and screaming
23 screaming for rent
24 because the world had failed us
25 both.


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Bukowski, Charles:to the whore who took my poems [from Burning in Water Drowning
in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 some say we should keep personal remorse from the
2 poem,
3 stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
4 but jezus;
5 twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
6 my
7 paintings too, my best ones; it's stifling:
8 are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
9 why didn't you take my money? they usually do
10 from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
11 next time take my left arm or a fifty
12 but not my poems:
13 I'm not Shakespeare
14 but sometime simply
15 there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
16 there'll always be money and whores and drunkards
17 down to the last bomb,
18 but as God said,
19 crossing his legs,
20 I see where I have made plenty of poets
21 but not so very much
22 poetry.


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Bukowski, Charles:the state of world affairs from a 3rd floor window [from
Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black
Sparrow Press]

1 I am watching a girl dressed in a
2 light green sweater, blue shorts, long black stockings;
3 there is a necklace of some sort
4 but her breasts are small, poor thing,
5 and she watches her nails
6 as her dirty white dog sniffs the grass
7 in erratic circles;
8 a pigeon is there too, circling,
9 half dead with a tick of a brain
10 and I am upstairs in my underwear,
11 3 day beard, pouring a beer and waiting
12 for something literary or symphonic to happen;
13 but they keep, circling, circling, and a thin old man
14 in his last winter rolls by pushed by a girl
15 in a catholic school dress;
16 somewhere there are the Alps, and ships
17 are now crossing the sea;
18 there are piles and piles of H- and A-bombs,
19 enough to blow up fifty worlds and Mars thrown in,
20 but they keep circling,
21 the girl shifts buttocks,
22 and the Hollywood Hills stand there, stand there
23 full of drunks and insane people and
24 much kissing in automobiles,
25 but it's no good: che sera, sera:
26 her dirty white dog simply will not shit,
27 and with a last look at her nails
28 she, with much whirling of buttocks
29 walks to her downstairs court
30 trailed by her constipated dog (simply not worried),
31 leaving me looking at a most unsymphonic pigeon.
32 well, from the looks of things, relax:
33 the bombs will never go off.


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Bukowski, Charles:for marilyn m. [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 slipping keenly into bright ashes,
2 target of vanilla tears
3 your sure body lit candles for men
4 on dark nights,
5 and now your night is darker
6 than the candle's reach
7 and we will forget you, somewhat,
8 and it is not kind
9 but real bodies are nearer
10 and as the worms pant for your bones,
11 I would so like to tell you
12 that this happens to bears and elephants
13 to tyrants and heroes and ants
14 and frogs,
15 still, you brought us something,
16 some type of small victory,
17 and for this I say: good
18 and let us grieve no more;
19 like a flower dried and thrown away,
20 we forget, we remember,
21 we wait. child, child, child,
22 I raise my drink a full minute
23 and smile.


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Bukowski, Charles:the life of borodin [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 the next time you listen to Borodin
2 remember he was just a chemist
3 who wrote music to relax;
4 his house was jammed with people:
5 students, artists, drunkards, bums,
6 and he never knew how to say: no.
7 the next time you listen to Borodin
8 remember his wife used his compositions
9 to line the cat boxes with
10 or to cover jars of sour milk;
11 she had asthma and insomnia
12 and fed him soft-boiled eggs
13 and when he wanted to cover his head
14 to shut out the sounds of the house
15 she only allowed him to use the sheet;
16 besides there was usually somebody
17 in his bed
18 (they slept separately when they slept
19 at all)
20 and since all the chairs
21 were usually taken
22 he often slept on the stairway
23 wrapped in an old shawl;
24 she told him when to cut his nails,
25 not to sing or whistle
26 or put too much lemon in his tea
27 or press it with a spoon;
28 Symphony #2, in B Minor
29 Prince Igor
30 On the Steppes of Central Asia
31 he could sleep only by putting a piece
32 of dark cloth over his eyes;
33 in 1887 he attended a dance
34 at the Medical Academy
35 dressed in a merrymaking national costume;
36 at last he seemed exceptionally gay
37 and when he fell to the floor,
38 they thought he was clowning.
39 the next time you listen to Borodin,
40 remember ...


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Bukowski, Charles:no charge [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 this babe in the grandstand
2 with dyed red hair
3 kept leaning her breasts against me
4 and talking about Gardena
5 poker parlors
6 but I blew smoke into
7 her face
8 and told her about a Van Gogh
9 exhibition
10 I'd seen up on the hill
11 and that night
12 when I took her home
13 she said
14 Big Red was the best horse
15 she'd ever seen---
16 until I stripped down. Though I
17 think on the Van Gogh thing
18 they charged
19 50 cents.


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Bukowski, Charles:a literary romance [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I met her somehow through correspondence or poetry or magazines
2 and she began sending me very sexy poems about rape and lust,
3 and this being mixed in with a minor intellectualism
4 confused me somewhat and I got in my car and drove North
5 through the mountains and valleys and freeways
6 without sleep, coming off a drunk, just divorced,
7 jobless, aging, tired, wanting mostly to sleep
8 for five or ten years, I finally found the motel
9 in a small sunny town by a dirt road,
10 and I sat there smoking a cigarette
11 thinking, you must really be insane,
12 and then I got out an hour late
13 to meet my date; she was pretty damned old,
14 almost as old as I, not very sexy
15 and she gave me a very hard raw apple
16 which I chewed on with my remaining teeth;
17 she was dying of some unnamed disease
18 something like asthma, and she said,
19 I want to tell you a secret, and I said,
20 I know: you are a virgin, 35 years old.
21 and she got out a notebook, ten or twelve poems:
22 a life's work and I had to read them
23 and I tried to be kind
24 but they were very bad.
25 and I took her somewhere, the boxing matches,
26 and she coughed in the smoke
27 and kept looking around and around
28 at all the people
29 and then at the fighters
30 clenching her hands.
31 you never get excited, do you? she asked.
32 but I got pretty excited in the hills that night,
33 and met her three or four more times
34 helped her with some of her poems
35 and she rammed her tongue halfway down my throat
36 but when I left her
37 she was still a virgin
38 and a very bad poetess.
39 I think that when a woman has kept her legs closed

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40 for 35 years
41 it's too late
42 either for love
43 or for
44 poetry.


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Bukowski, Charles:the twins [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 he hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen
2 to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be
3 dominated by women and dollars
4 but he screamed at me, For Christ's Sake remember your mother,
5 remember your country,
6 you'll kill us all! ...



7 I move through my father's house (on which he owed $8,000 after 20
8 years on the same job) and look at his dead shoes
9 the way his feet curled the leather, as if he was angrily planting
roses,
10 and he was, and I look at his dead cigarette, his last cigarette
11 and the last bed he slept in that night, and I feel I should remake
it
12 but I can't, for a father is always your master even when he's gone;

13 I guess these things have happened time and again but I can't help
14 thinking


15 to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning
16 while other people are frying eggs
17 is not so rough
18 unless it happens to you.



19 I go outside and pick an orange and peel back the bright skin;
20 things are still living: the grass is growing quite well,
21 the sun sends down its rays circled by a Russian satellite,
22 a dog barks senselessly somewhere, the neighbors peek behind blinds.

23 I am a stranger here, and have been (I suppose) somewhat the rogue,
24 and I have no doubt he painted me quite well (the old boy and I
25 fought like mountain lions) and they say he left it all to some
woman
26 in Duarte but I don't give a damn---she can have it: he was my old
27 man


28 and he died.



29 inside, I try on a light blue suit
30 much better than anything I have ever worn
31 and I flap the arms like a scarecrow in the wind
32 but it's no good:

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33 I can't keep him alive
34 no matter how much we hated each other.



35 we looked exactly alike, we could have been twins
36 the old man and I: that's what they
37 said. he had his bulbs on the screen
38 ready for planting
39 while I was lying with a whore from 3rd street.



40 very well. grant us this moment: standing before a mirror
41 in my dead father's suit
42 waiting also
43 to die.


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Bukowski, Charles:the day it rained at the los angeles county museum [from
Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black
Sparrow Press]


1 the jew bent over and
2 died. 99 machine guns
3 were shipped to France. somebody won the 3rd race
4 while I inspected
5 the propeller of an old monoplane
6 a man came by with a patch over his eye. it began to
7 rain. it rained and it rained and the ambulances ran
8 together
9 in the streets, and although
10 everything was properly dull
11 I enjoyed the moment
12 like the time in New Orleans
13 living on candy bars
14 and watching the pigeons
15 in a back alley with a French name
16 as behind me the river became
17 a gulf
18 and the clouds moved sickly through
19 a sky that had died
20 about the time Caesar was knifed,
21 and I promised myself then
22 that someday I'd remember it
23 as it was.



24 a man came by and coughed.
25 think it'll stop raining? he said.
26 I didn't answer. I touched the
27 old propeller and listened to the
28 ants on the roof rushing over
29 the edge of the world. go away, I said,
30 go away or I'll call
31 the guard.


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Bukowski, Charles:2 p.m. beer [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 nothing matters
2 but flopping on a mattress
3 with cheap dreams and a beer
4 as the leaves die and the horses die
5 and the landladies stare in the halls;
6 brisk the music of pulled shades,
7 a last man's cave
8 in an eternity of swarm
9 and explosion;
10 nothing but the dripping sink,
11 the empty bottle,
12 euphoria,
13 youth fenced in,
14 stabbed and shaven,
15 taught words
16 propped up
17 to die.


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Bukowski, Charles:hooray say the roses [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
2 and we are red as blood.


3 hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday
4 and we bloom where soldiers fell,
5 and lovers too,
6 and the snake ate the word.


7 hooray say the roses, darkness comes
8 all at once, like lights gone out,
9 the sun leaves dark continents
10 and rows of stone.


11 hooray say the roses, cannons and spires,
12 birds, bees, bombers, today is Friday
13 the hand holding a medal out the window,
14 a moth going by, half a mile an hour,
15 hooray hooray
16 hooray say the roses
17 we wave empires on our stems,
18 the sun moves the mouth:
19 hooray hooray hooray
20 and that is why you like us.


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Bukowski, Charles:the sunday artist [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I have been painting these last two Sundays;
2 it's not much, you're correct,
3 but in this tournament great dreams break:
4 history removes her dress and becomes a harlot,
5 and I have awakened in the morning
6 to see eagles flapping their wings like shades;
7 I have met Montaigne and Phidias
8 in the flames of my wastebasket,
9 I have met barbarians on the streets
10 their heads rocking with rodents;
11 I have seen wicked infants in blue tubs
12 wanting stems as beautiful as flowers,
13 and I have seen the barfly sick
14 over his last dead penny;
15 I have heard Domenico Theotocopoulos
16 on nights of frost, cough in his grave;
17 and God, no taller than a landlady,
18 hair dyed red, has asked me the time;
19 I have seen grey grass of lovers in my mirror
20 while lighting a cigarette to a maniac's applause;
21 Cadillacs have crawled my walls like roaches,
22 goldfish whirl my bowl, hand-tamed tigers;
23 yes, I have been painting these Sundays---
24 the grey mill, the new rebel; it's terrible really:
25 I must ram my fist through cleanser and chlorine,
26 through Andernach and apples and acid,
27 but, then, I really should tell you that I have a
28 woman around mixing waffle flour and singing,
29 and the paint sticks to my plan like candy.


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Bukowski, Charles:old poet [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I would, of course, prefer to be with the fox in the ferns
2 instead of with a photograph of an old Spad in my pocket
3 to the sound of the anvil chorus and legs legs legs
4 girls kicking high, showing everything but the pisser,
5 but I might as well be dead right now


6 everywhere the ill wind blows
7 and Keats is dead
8 and I am dying too.


9 for there is nothing as crappy dissolute
10 as an old poet gone sour
11 in body and mind
12 and luck, the horses running nothing but out,
13 the Vegas dice cancer to the thin green wallet,
14 Shostakovich heard too often
15 and cans of beer sucked through a straw,
16 with mouth and mind broken in
17 young men's alleys.
18 in the hot noon window
19 I swing and miss a razzing fly,
20 and ho, I fall heavy as thunder
21 but downstairs they'll understand:
22 he's either drunk or dying,
23 an old poet nodding vaguely in halls,
24 cracking his stick across the backs
25 of innocent dogs
26 and spitting out
27 what's left of his sun.
28 the mailman has some little thing for him
29 which he takes to his room
30 and opens like a rose,
31 only to scream loudly and vainly,
32 and his coffin is filled
33 with notes from hell.
34 but in the morning you'll see him
35 packing off little envelopes,
36 still worried about
37 rent
38 cigarettes
39 wine

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40 women
41 horses,
42 still worried about
43 Eric Coates, Beethoven's 3rd and
44 something Chicago has held for three months
45 and his paper bag of wine
46 and Pall Malls.
47 42 in August, 42,
48 the rats walking his brain
49 eating up the thoughts before they
50 can make the keys.
51 old poets are as bad as old queers:
52 there's something quite unacceptable:
53 the editors wish to thank you for
54 submitting but
55 regret ...
56 down
57 down
58 down
59 the dark hall
60 into a womanless hall
61 to peel a last egg
62 and sit down to the keys:
63 click click a click,
64 over the television sounds
65 over the sounds of springs,
66 click clack a clack:
67 another old poet
68 going off.


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Bukowski, Charles:the race [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 it is like this
2 when you slip down,
3 done like a wound-up victrola
4 (you remember those?)
5 and you go downtown
6 and watch the boys punch
7 but the big blondes sit with
8 someone else
9 and you've aged like a punk in a movie:
10 cigar in skull, fat gut,
11 but only no money,
12 no wiseness of way, no worldliness,
13 but as usual
14 most of the fights are bad,
15 and afterwards
16 back in the parking lot
17 you sit and watch them go,
18 light the last cigar,
19 and then start the old car,
20 old car, not so young man
21 going down the street
22 stopped by a red light
23 as if time were no problem,
24 and they come up to you:
25 a car full of young,
26 laughing,
27 and you watch them go
28 until
29 somebody behind you honks
30 and you are shaken back
31 into what is left
32 of your life.
33 pitiful, self-pity,
34 and your foot is to the floor
35 and you catch the young ones,
36 you pass the young ones
37 and holding the wheel like all love gone
38 you race to the beach
39 with them
40 brandishing your cigar and your steel,
41 laughing,

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42 you will take them to the ocean
43 to the last mermaid,
44 seaweed and shark, merry whale,
45 end of flesh and hour and horror,
46 and finally they stop
47 and you go on
48 toward your ocean,
49 the cigar biting your lips
50 the way love used to.


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Bukowski, Charles:vegas [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 there was a frozen tree that I wanted to paint
2 but the shells came down
3 and in Vegas looking across at a green sunshade
4 at 3:30 in the morning,
5 I died without nails, without a copy of the Atlantic Monthly,
6 the windows screamed like doves moaning the bombing of Milan
7 and I went out to live with the rats
8 but the lights were too bright
9 and I thought maybe I'd better go back and sit in a
10 poetry class:


11 a marvelous description of a gazelle
12 is hell;
13 the cross sits like a fly on my window,
14 my mother's breath stirs small leaves
15 in my mind;


16 and I hitch-hiked back to L.A. through hangover clouds
17 and I pulled a letter from my pocket and read it
18 and the truckdriver said, what's that?
19 and I said, there's some gal up North who used to
20 sleep with Pound, she's trying to tell me that H.D.
21 was our greatest scribe; well, Hilda gave us a few pink
22 Grecian gods in with the chinaware, but after reading her
23 I still have 140 icicles hanging from my bones.



24 I'm not going all the way to L.A., the truckdriver said.



25 it's all right, I said, the calla lilies nod to our minds
26 and someday we'll all go home
27 together.



28 in fact, he said, this is as far
29 as we go.
30 so I let him have it; old withered whore of time
31 your breasts taste the sour cream of dreaming ...
32 he let me out
33 in the middle of the desert;

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34 to die is to die is to die,



35 old phonographs in cellars,
36 joe di maggio,
37 magazines in with the onions ...



38 an old Ford picked me up
39 45 minutes later
40 and, this time,
41 I kept my mouth
42 shut.


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Bukowski, Charles:the house [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 they are building a house
2 half a block down
3 and I sit up here
4 with the shades down
5 listening to the sounds,
6 the hammers pounding in nails,
7 thack thack thack thack,
8 and then I hear birds, and
9 thack thack thack
10 and I go to bed,
11 I pull the covers to my throat;
12 they have been building this house
13 for a month, and soon it will have
14 its people ... sleeping, eating,
15 loving, moving around,
16 but somehow
17 now
18 it is not right,
19 there seems a madness,
20 men walk on its top with nails in their mouths
21 and I read about Castro and Cuba,
22 and at night I walk by
23 and the ribs of house show
24 and inside I can see cats walking
25 the way cats walk,
26 and then a boy rides by on a bicycle,
27 and still the house is not done
28 and in the morning the men
29 will be back
30 walking around on the house
31 with their hammers,
32 and it seems people should not build houses
33 anymore,
34 it seems people should stop working
35 and sit in small rooms
36 on second floors
37 under electric lights without shades;
38 it seems there is a lot to forget
39 and a lot not to do
40 and in drugstores, markets, bars,
41 the people are tired, they do not want

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42 to move, and I stand there at night
43 and look through this house and the
44 house does not want to be built;
45 through its sides I can see the purple hills
46 and the first lights of evening,
47 and it is cold
48 and I button my coat
49 and I stand there looking through the house
50 and the cats stop and look at me
51 until I am embarrassed
52 and move North up the sidewalk
53 where I will buy
54 cigarettes and beer
55 and return to my room.


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Bukowski, Charles:side of the sun [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 the bulls are grand as the side of the sun
2 and although they kill them for the stale crowds,
3 it is the bull that burns the fire,
4 and although there are cowardly bulls as
5 there are cowardly matadors and cowardly men,
6 generally the bull stands pure
7 and dies pure
8 untouched by symbols or cliques or false loves,
9 and when they drag him out
10 nothing has died
11 something has passed
12 and the eventual stench
13 is the world.


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Bukowski, Charles:the talkers [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the boy walks with his muddy feet across my
2 soul
3 talking about recitals, virtuosi, conductors,
4 the lesser known novels of Dostoevsky;
5 talking about how he corrected a waitress,
6 a hasher who didn't know that French dressing
7 was composed of so and so;
8 he gabbles about the Arts until
9 I hate the Arts,
10 and there is nothing cleaner
11 than getting back to a bar or
12 back to the track and watching them run,
13 watching things go without this
14 clamor and chatter,
15 talk, talk, talk,
16 the small mouth going, the eyes blinking,
17 a boy, a child, sick with the Arts,
18 grabbing at it like the skirt of a mother,
19 and I wonder how many tens of thousands
20 there are like him across the land
21 on rainy nights
22 on sunny mornings
23 on evenings meant for peace
24 in concert halls
25 in cafes
26 at poetry recitals
27 talking, soiling, arguing.



28 it's like a pig going to bed
29 with a good woman
30 and you don't want
31 the woman any more.


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Bukowski, Charles:a pleasant afternoon in bed [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 red summers and black satin
2 charcoal and blood
3 ringing the sheets
4 while snails are stepped on
5 and moths go batty
6 trying to put on the eyes
7 of lightbulbs in
8 artificial cities;
9 I light her a cigarette
10 and she blows up a plasma
11 of relaxation
12 to prove we've both been
13 good lovers---
14 white on black, and in black;
15 and her toes strike dark
16 intersections
17 in my beefy sheets
18 she says, that elevator boy ...
19 y'know him?
20 I say yes.
21 a bastard ... beats his wife.
22 I put my hand
23 flat to the surface
24 where the curve goes down.
25 damn for an OLD man,
26 you sure likes to play!
27 I reach over and pick up
28 the bottle, suck it down
29 flat on my back,
30 the suds like soap
31 gagging me with gulp-dull
32 sounds, and she's listening,
33 eyes rolling
34 like newsreel cameras,
35 and suddenly I have got to laugh,
36 I spiral out a whale-stream
37 of foam and liquid
38 majestic against the wallpaper
39 not knowing why,
40 and she laughs
41 looking down at my flat madness,

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42 she laughs
43 holding her cigarette
44 high in the air
45 with one arm
46 smoke sifting off
47 ignored
48 and we are in bed together
49 laughing
50 and we don't care
51 about anything
52 and it is very
53 very funny.


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Bukowski, Charles:the priest and the matador [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 in the slow Mexican air I watched the bull die
2 and they cut off his ear, and his great head held
3 no more terror than a rock.



4 driving back the next day we stopped at the Mission
5 and watched the golden red and blue flowers pulling
6 like tigers in the wind.



7 set this to metric: the bull, and the fort of Christ:
8 the matador on his knees, the dead bull his baby;
9 and the priest staring from the window
10 like a caged bear.



11 you may argue in the market place and pull at your
12 doubts with silken strings: I will only tell you
13 this: I have lived in both their temples,
14 believing all and nothing---perhaps, now, they will
15 die in mine.


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Bukowski, Charles:love & fame & death [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 it sits outside my window now
2 like an old woman going to market;
3 it sits and watches me,
4 it sweats nervously
5 through wire and fog and dog-bark
6 until suddenly
7 I slam the screen with a newspaper
8 like slapping at a fly
9 and you could hear the scream
10 over this plain city,
11 and then it left.



12 the way to end a poem
13 like this
14 is to become suddenly
15 quiet.


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Bukowski, Charles:my father [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 he carried a piece of
2 carbon, a blade and a whip
3 and at night he
4 feared his head
5 and covered it with blankets
6 until one morning in Los Angeles
7 it snowed
8 and I saw the snow
9 and I knew that my father
10 could control nothing,
11 and when
12 I got somewhat larger
13 and took my first boxcar
14 out, I sat there in
15 the lime
16 the burning lime
17 of having nothing
18 moving into the desert
19 for the first time
20 I sang.


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Bukowski, Charles:the bird [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 red-eyed and dizzy as I
2 the bird came flying
3 all the way from Egypt
4 at 5 o'clock in the morning,
5 and Maria almost stumbled on her spikes:
6 what was it, a rocket?
7 and we went upstairs.
8 I poured two glasses of port
9 and we sat there as the money-grubbers
10 were belled out of their miserable nests
11 and Maria went in and watered
12 the bowl
13 and I sat there rubbing my three-day beard
14 thinking about the crazy bird
15 and it came out like this:
16 all that really mattered was
17 going someplace
18 the faster the better
19 because it left less waiting
20 to die. Maria came out
21 and peeled back the covers
22 and I tore off my greasy clothes
23 and crawled beneath the sweaty sheets,
24 closing my eyes to the sound and the sunlight,
25 and I heard her drop her spiked feet
26 and her frozen toes walked the backs of my calves
27 and I named the bird
28 Mr. America
29 and then quickly I went to sleep.


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Bukowski, Charles:the singular self [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 there are these small cliffs
2 above the sea
3 and it is night, late night;
4 I have been unable to sleep,
5 and with my car above me
6 like a steel mother
7 I crawl down the cliffs,
8 breaking bits of rock
9 and being scratched by witless
10 and scrabby seaplants,
11 I make my way down
12 clumsy, misplaced,
13 an oddity on the shore,
14 and all around me are the lovers,
15 the two-headed beasts
16 turning to stare
17 at the madness
18 of a singular self;
19 shamed, I move on through them
20 to climb a row of wet boulders that
21 break the sea-stroke
22 into sheaths of white;
23 the moonlight is wet
24 on the bald stone
25 and now that I'm there
26 I don't want to be there
27 the sea stinks
28 and makes flushing sounds
29 like a toilet
30 it is a bad place to die;
31 any place is a bad place to die,
32 but better a yellow room
33 with known walls and dusty
34 lampshades; so ...
35 still stupidly off-course
36 like a jackal in a land of lions,
37 I make my way back through
38 them, through their blankets
39 and fires and kisses and sandy thumpings,
40 back up the cliff I climb

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41 worse off, kicking clods,
42 and there the black sky, the black sea
43 behind me
44 lost in the game,
45 and I have left my shoes down there
46 with them 2 empty shoes,
47 and in the car
48 I start the engine,
49 headlights on I back away,
50 swing left drive East,
51 climb up the land and out,
52 bare feet on worn ribbed rubber
53 out of there
54 looking for
55 another place.


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Bukowski, Charles:a 340 dollar horse and a hundred dollar whore [from Burning in
Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 don't ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me
2 at the racetrack any day half drunk
3 betting quarters, sidewheelers and straight thoroughs,
4 but let me tell you, there are some women there
5 who go where the money goes, and sometimes when you
6 look at these whores these onehundreddollar whores
7 you wonder sometimes if nature isn't playing a joke
8 dealing out so much breast and ass and the way
9 it's all hung together, you look and you look and
10 you look and you can't believe it; there are ordinary women
11 and then there is something else that wants to make you
12 tear up paintings and break albums of Beethoven
13 across the back of the john; anyhow, the season
14 was dragging and the big boys were getting busted,
15 all the non-pros, the producers, the cameramen,
16 the pushers of Mary, the fur salesmen, the owners
17 themselves, and Saint Louie was running this day:
18 a sidewheeler that broke when he got in close;
19 he ran with his head down and was mean and ugly
20 and 35 to 1, and I put a ten down on him.
21 the driver broke him wide
22 took him out by the fence where he'd be alone
23 even if he had to travel four times as far,
24 and that's the way he went it
25 all the way by the outer fence
26 traveling two miles in one
27 and he won like he was mad as hell
28 and he wasn't even tired,
29 and the biggest blonde of all
30 all ass and breast, hardly anything else
31 went to the payoff window with me.



32 that night I couldn't destroy her
33 although the springs shot sparks
34 and they pounded on the walls.
35 later she sat there in her slip
36 drinking Old Grandad
37 and she said
38 what's a guy like you doing
39 living in a dump like this?

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40 and I said
41 I'm a poet



42 and she threw back her beautiful head and laughed.



43 you? you ... a poet?



44 I guess you're right, I said, I guess you're right.



45 but still she looked good to me, she still looked good,
46 and all thanks to an ugly horse
47 who wrote this poem.


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II
Crucifix in a Deathhand
Poems 1963-1965


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Epigraph

the dark is empty;
most of our heroes have been
wrong

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Bukowski, Charles:view from the screen [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I cross the room
2 to the last wall
3 the last window
4 the last pink sun
5 with its arms around the world
6 with its arms around me
7 I hear the death-whisper of the heron
8 the bone-thoughts of sea-things
9 that are almost rock;
10 this screen caved like a soul
11 and scrawled with flies,
12 my tensions and damnations
13 are those of a pig,
14 pink sun pink sun
15 I hate your holiness
16 crawling your gilded cross of life
17 as my fingers and feet and face
18 come down to this
19 sleeping with the whore of your fancy wife
20 you must some day die for nothing
21 as I
22 have lived.


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Bukowski, Charles:crucifix in a deathhand [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 yes, they begin out in a willow, I think
2 the starch mountains begin out in the willow
3 and keep right on going without regard for
4 pumas and nectarines
5 somehow these mountains are like
6 an old woman with a bad memory and
7 a shopping basket.
8 we are in a basin. that is the
9 idea. down in the sand and the alleys,
10 this land punched-in, cuffed-out, divided,
11 held like a crucifix in a deathhand,
12 this land bought, resold, bought again and
13 sold again, the wars long over,
14 the Spaniards all the way back in Spain
15 down in the thimble again, and now
16 real estaters, subdividers, landlords, freeway
17 engineers arguing. this is their land and
18 I walk on it, live on it a little while
19 near Hollywood here I see young men in rooms
20 listening to glazed recordings
21 and I think too of old men sick of music
22 sick of everything, and death like suicide
23 I think is sometimes voluntary, and to get your
24 hold on the land here it is best to return to the
25 Grand Central Market, see the old Mexican women,
26 the poor ... I am sure you have seen these same women
27 many years before
28 arguing
29 with the same young Japanese clerks
30 witty, knowledgeable and golden
31 among their soaring store of oranges, apples
32 avocados, tomatoes, cucumbers---
33 and you know how these look, they do look good
34 as if you could eat them all
35 light a cigar and smoke away the bad world.
36 then it's best to go back to the bars, the same bars
37 wooden, stale, merciless, green
38 with the young policeman walking through
39 scared and looking for trouble,

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40 and the beer is still bad
41 it has an edge that already mixes with vomit and
42 decay, and you've got to be strong in the shadows
43 to ignore it, to ignore the poor and to ignore yourself
44 and the shopping bag between your legs
45 down there feeling good with its avocados and
46 oranges and fresh fish and wine bottles, who needs
47 a Fort Lauderdale winter?
48 25 years ago there used to be a whore there
49 with a film over one eye, who was too fat
50 and made little silver bells out of cigarette
51 tinfoil. the sun seemed warmer then
52 although this was probably not
53 true, and you take your shopping bag
54 outside and walk along the street
55 and the green beer hangs there
56 just above your stomach like
57 a short and shameful shawl, and
58 you look around and no longer
59 see any
60 old men.


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Bukowski, Charles:grass [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 at the window
2 I watch a man with a
3 power mower
4 the sounds of his doing race like
5 flies and bees
6 on the wallpaper,
7 it is like a warm fire, and
8 better than eating steak,
9 and the grass is green enough
10 and the sun is sun enough
11 and what's left of my life
12 stands there
13 checking glints of green flying;
14 it is a giant disrobing of
15 care, stumbling away from
16 doing.



17 suddenly I understand
18 old men in rockers
19 bats in Colorado caves
20 tiny lice crawling into
21 the eyes of dead birds.



22 back and forth
23 he follows his gasoline
24 sound. it is
25 interesting enough,
26 with
27 the streets
28 flat on their Spring backs
29 and smiling.


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Bukowski, Charles:fuzz [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 3 small boys run toward me
2 blowing whistles
3 and they scream
4 you're under arrest!
5 you're drunk!
6 and they begin
7 hitting me on the legs with
8 their toy clubs.
9 one even has a
10 badge. another has
11 handcuffs but my hands are high in the air.



12 when I go into the liquor store
13 they whirl around outside
14 like bees
15 shut out from their nest.
16 I buy a fifth of cheap
17 whiskey
18 and
19 3
20 candy bars.


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Bukowski, Charles:no lady godiva [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 she came to my place drunk
2 riding a deer up on the front porch:
3 so many women want to save the world
4 but can't keep their own kitchens straight,
5 but me ...
6 we went inside where I lit three red
7 candles
8 poured the wine and I took notes on
9 her:
10 latitude behind,
11 longitude in
12 front. and the
13 rest. amaz-
14 ing. a woman such as this
15 could find
16 a zinnia in Hot Springs
17 Arkansas.



18 we ate venison for three weeks.
19 then she slept with the landlord to help pay
20 the rent.
21 then I found her a job as a waitress.
22 I slept all day and when she came home
23 I was full of the brilliant conversation that she
24 so much
25 adored.



26 she died quickly one night leaving the world
27 much the way it had
28 been.



29 now I get up early and
30 go down to the loading docks and wait for
31 cabbages
32 oranges
33 potatoes
34 to fall from the trucks or to be
35 thrown away.

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36 by noon I have eaten and am asleep
37 dreaming of paying the rent
38 with numbered chunks of plastic
39 issued by a better
40 world.


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Bukowski, Charles:the workers [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 they laugh continually
2 even when
3 a board falls down
4 and destroys a face
5 or distorts a
6 body
7 they continue to
8 laugh,
9 when the color of the eye
10 becomes a fearful pale
11 because of the poor
12 light
13 they still laugh;
14 wrinkled and imbecile
15 at an early age
16 they joke about it:
17 a man who looks sixty
18 will say
19 I'm 32, and
20 then they'll laugh
21 they'll all laugh;
22 they are sometimes let
23 outside for a little air
24 but are chained to return
25 by chains they would not
26 break
27 if they could;
28 even outside, among
29 free men
30 they continue to laugh,
31 they walk about
32 with a hobbled and inane
33 gait
34 as if they'd lost their
35 senses; outside
36 they chew a little bread,
37 haggle, sleep, count their pennies,
38 gaze at the clock
39 and return;

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40 sometimes in the confines
41 they even grow serious
42 a moment, they speak of
43 Outside, of how horrible
44 it must be
45 to be
46 shut Outside
47 forever, never to be let
48 back in;
49 it's warm as they work
50 and they sweat a
51 bit,
52 but they work hard and
53 well, they work so hard
54 the nerves revolt
55 and cause trembling,
56 but often they are
57 praised by those
58 who have risen up
59 out of them
60 like stars,
61 and now the stars
62 watch
63 watch too
64 for those few
65 who might attempt a
66 slower pace or
67 show disinterest
68 or falsify an
69 illness
70 in order to gain
71 rest (rest must be
72 earned to gain strength
73 for a more perfect
74 job).



75 sometimes one dies
76 or goes mad
77 and then from Outside
78 a new one enters

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79 and is given
80 opportunity.



81 I have been there
82 many years;
83 at first I believed the work
84 monotonous, even
85 silly
86 but now I see
87 it all has meaning,
88 and the workers
89 without faces
90 I can see are not really
91 ugly, and that
92 the heads without eyes---
93 I know now that those eyes
94 can see
95 and are able to
96 do the work.
97 the women workers
98 are often the best,
99 adapting naturally,
100 and some of these I
101 made love to in our
102 resting hours; at first
103 they appeared to be
104 like female apes
105 but later
106 with insight
107 I realized
108 that they were things
109 as real and alive as
110 myself.



111 the other night
112 an old worker
113 grey and blind
114 no longer useful
115 was retired

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116 to the Outside.



117 speech! speech!
118 we demanded.



119 it was
120 hell, he said.



121 we laughed
122 all 4000 of us:
123 he had kept his
124 humor
125 to the
126 end.


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Bukowski, Charles:beans with garlic [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 this is important enough:
2 to get your feelings down,
3 it is better than shaving
4 or cooking beans with garlic.
5 it is the little we can do
6 this small bravery of knowledge
7 and there is of course
8 madness and terror too
9 in knowing
10 that some part of you
11 wound up like a clock
12 can never be wound again
13 once it stops.
14 but now
15 there's a ticking under your shirt
16 and you whirl the beans with a spoon,
17 one love dead, one love departed
18 another love ...
19 ah! as many loves as beans
20 yes, count them now
21 sad, sad
22 your feelings boiling over flame,
23 get this down.


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Bukowski, Charles:mama [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 here I am
2 in the ground
3 my mouth
4 open
5 and
6 I can't even say
7 mama,
8 and
9 the dogs run by and stop and piss
10 on my stone; I get it all
11 except the sun
12 and my suit is looking
13 bad
14 and yesterday
15 the last of my left
16 arm gone
17 very little left, all harp-like
18 without music.



19 at least a drunk
20 in bed with a cigarette
21 might cause 5 fire
22 engines and
23 33 men.



24 I can't
25 do
26 any
27 thing.


28 but p.s.---Hector Richmond in the next
29 tomb thinks only of Mozart and candy
30 caterpillars.
31 he is
32 very bad
33 company.


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Bukowski, Charles:machineguns towers & timeclocks [from Burning in Water
Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I feel gypped by dunces
2 as if reality were the property
3 of little men
4 with luck and a headstart,
5 and I sit in the cold
6 wondering about purple flowers
7 along a fence
8 while the rest of them
9 stack gold
10 and Cadillacs and
11 ladyfriends,
12 I wonder about palmleaves
13 and gravestones
14 and the preciousness of a
15 cocoon-like sleep;
16 to be a lizard would be
17 bad enough
18 to be scalding in the sun
19 would be bad enough
20 but not so bad
21 as being built up to
22 Man-size and Man-life
23 and not wanting the
24 game, not wanting
25 machineguns and towers and
26 timeclocks,
27 not wanting a carwash
28 a toothpull
29 a wristwatch, cufflinks
30 a pocket radio
31 tweezers and cotton
32 a cabinet full of iodine,
33 not wanting cocktail parties
34 a front lawn
35 sing-togethers
36 new shoes, Christmas presents
37 life insurance, Newsweek
38 162 baseball games
39 a vacation in Bermuda.
40 not wanting not wanting,
41 and I judge the purple flowers

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42 better off than I
43 the lizard better off
44 the dark green hose
45 the ever grass
46 the trees the birds,
47 the cats dreaming in the butter
48 sun are
49 better off than
50 I, getting into this old coat now
51 feeling for my cigarettes
52 car keys
53 a roadmap back,
54 going out
55 down the walk
56 like a man to be executed
57 walking toward it
58 surely,
59 going into it
60 without guards
61 driving toward it
62 racing at it
63 70 miles per hour,
64 jockeying
65 cussing
66 dropping ashes
67 deadly ashes of every
68 deadly thing
69 burning,
70 the caterpillar knows less
71 horror
72 the armies of ants are
73 braver
74 the kiss of a snake
75 less ravenous,
76 I only want the sky
77 to burn me more and more
78 burn me out
79 so that the sun begins at
80 6 in the morning
81 and goes past midnight
82 like a drunken door always open,

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83 I drive toward it
84 not wanting it
85 getting it getting it
86 as the cat stretches
87 yawns
88 and rolls over into
89 another dream.


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Bukowski, Charles:something for the touts, the nuns, the grocery clerks and you
... [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997),
Black Sparrow Press]


1 we have everything and we have nothing
2 and some men do it in churches
3 and some men do it by tearing butterflies
4 in half
5 and some men do it in Palm Springs
6 laying it into butterblondes
7 with Cadillac souls
8 Cadillacs and butterflies
9 nothing and everything,
10 the face melting down to the last puff
11 in a cellar in Corpus Christi.
12 there's something for the touts, the nuns,
13 the grocery clerks and you ...
14 something at 8 a.m., something in the library
15 something in the river,
16 everything and nothing.
17 in the slaughterhouse it comes running along
18 the ceiling on a hook, and you swing it---
19 one
20 two
21 three
22 and then you've got it, $200 worth of dead
23 meat, its bones against your bones
24 something and nothing.
25 it's always early enough to die and
26 it's always too late,
27 and the drill of blood in the basin white
28 it tells you nothing at all
29 and the gravediggers playing poker over
30 5 a.m. coffee, waiting for the grass
31 to dismiss the frost ...
32 they tell you nothing at all.



33 we have everything and we have nothing---
34 days with glass edges and the impossible stink
35 of river moss---worse than shit;
36 checkerboard days of moves and countermoves,

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37 fagged interest, with as much sense in defeat as
38 in victory; slow days like mules
39 humping it slagged and sullen and sun-glazed
40 up a road where a madman sits waiting among
41 bluejays and wrens netted in and sucked a flakey
42 grey.
43 good days too of wine and shouting, fights
44 in alleys, fat legs of women striving around
45 your bowels buried in moans,
46 the signs in bullrings like diamonds hollering
47 Mother Capri, violets coming out of the ground
48 telling you to forget the dead armies and the loves
49 that robbed you.
50 days when children say funny and brilliant things
51 like savages trying to send you a message through
52 their bodies while their bodies are still
53 alive enough to transmit and feel and run up
54 and down without locks and paychecks and
55 ideals and possessions and beetle-like
56 opinions.
57 days when you can cry all day long in
58 a green room with the door locked, days
59 when you can laugh at the breadman
60 because his legs are too long, days
61 of looking at hedges ...



62 and nothing, and nothing. the days of
63 the bosses, yellow men
64 with bad breath and big feet, men
65 who look like frogs, hyenas, men who walk
66 as if melody had never been invented, men
67 who think it is intelligent to hire and fire and
68 profit, men with expensive wives they possess
69 like 60 acres of ground to be drilled
70 or shown-off or to be walled away from
71 the incompetent, men who'd kill you
72 because they're crazy and justify it because
73 it's the law, men who stand in front of
74 windows 30 feet wide and see nothing,
75 men with luxury yachts who can sail around

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76 the world and yet never get out of their vest
77 pockets, men like snails, men like eels, men
78 like slugs, and not as good ...



79 and nothing. getting your last paycheck
80 at a harbor, at a factory, at a hospital, at an
81 aircraft plant, at a penny arcade, at a
82 barbershop, at a job you didn't want
83 anyway.
84 income tax, sickness, servility, broken
85 arms, broken heads---all the stuffing
86 come out like an old pillow.



87 we have everything and we have nothing.
88 some do it well enough for a while and
89 then give way. fame gets them or disgust
90 or age or lack of proper diet or ink
91 across the eyes or children in college
92 or new cars or broken backs while skiing
93 in Switzerland or new politics or new wives
94 or just natural change and decay---
95 the man you knew yesterday hooking
96 for ten rounds or drinking for three days and
97 three nights by the Sawtooth mountains now
98 just something under a sheet or a cross
99 or a stone or under an easy delusion,
100 or packing a bible or a golf bag or a
101 briefcase: how they go, how they go!---all
102 the ones you thought would never go.



103 days like this. like your day today.
104 maybe the rain on the window trying to
105 get through to you. what do you see today?
106 what is it? where are you? the best
107 days are sometimes the first, sometimes
108 the middle and even sometimes the last.
109 the vacant lots are not bad, churches in
110 Europe on postcards are not bad. people in

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111 wax museums frozen into their best sterility
112 are not bad, horrible but not bad. the
113 cannon, think of the cannon. and toast for
114 breakfast the coffee hot enough you
115 know your tongue is still there. three
116 geraniums outside a window, trying to be
117 red and trying to be pink and trying to be
118 geraniums. no wonder sometimes the women
119 cry, no wonder the mules don't want
120 to go up the hill. are you in a hotel room
121 in Detroit looking for a cigarette? one more
122 good day. a little bit of it. and as
123 the nurses come out of the building after
124 their shift, having had enough, eight nurses
125 with different names and different places
126 to go---walking across the lawn, some of them
127 want cocoa and a paper, some of them want a
128 hot bath, some of them want a man, some
129 of them are hardly thinking at all. enough
130 and not enough. arcs and pilgrims, oranges
131 gutters, ferns, antibodies, boxes of
132 tissue paper.



133 in the most decent sometimes sun
134 there is the softsmoke feeling from urns
135 and the canned sound of old battleplanes
136 and if you go inside and run your finger
137 along the window ledge you'll find
138 dirt, maybe even earth.
139 and if you look out the window
140 there will be the day, and as you
141 get older you'll keep looking
142 keep looking
143 sucking your tongue in a little
144 ah ah no no maybe



145 some do it naturally
146 some obscenely
147 everywhere.


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Bukowski, Charles:sway with me [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 sway with me, everything sad---
2 madmen in stone houses
3 without doors,
4 lepers streaming love and song
5 frogs trying to figure
6 the sky;
7 sway with me, sad things---
8 fingers split on a forge
9 old age like breakfast shells
10 used books, used people
11 used flowers, used love
12 I need you
13 I need you
14 I need you:
15 it has run away
16 like a horse or a dog,
17 dead or lost
18 or unforgiving.


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Bukowski, Charles:lack of almost everything [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 the essence of the belly
2 like a white balloon sacked
3 is disturbing
4 like the running of feet
5 on the stairs
6 when you don't know
7 who is there.
8 of course, if you turn on the radio
9 you might forget
10 the fat under your shirt
11 or the rats lined up in order
12 like old women on Hollywood Blvd
13 waiting on a comedy
14 show.
15 I think of old men
16 in four dollar rooms
17 looking for socks in dresser drawers
18 while standing in brown underwear
19 all the time the clock ticking on
20 warm as a
21 cobra.
22 ah, there are some decent things, maybe:
23 the sky, the circus
24 the legs of ladies getting out of cars,
25 the peach coming through the door
26 like a Mozart symphony.
27 the scale says 198. that's what
28 I weigh. it is 2:10 a.m.
29 dedication is for chess players.
30 the glorious single cause is
31 waiting on the anvil
32 while
33 smoking, pissing, reading Genet
34 or the funny papers;
35 but maybe it's early enough yet
36 to write your aunt in
37 Palm Springs and tell her
38 what's wrong.


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Bukowski, Charles:no. 6 [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I'll settle for the 6 horse
2 on a rainy afternoon
3 a paper cup of coffee
4 in my hand
5 a little way to go,
6 the wind twirling out
7 small wrens from
8 the upper grandstand roof,
9 the jocks coming out
10 for a middle race
11 silent
12 and the easy rain making
13 everything
14 at once
15 almost alike,
16 the horses at peace with
17 each other
18 before the drunken war
19 and I am under the grandstand
20 feeling for
21 cigarettes
22 settling for coffee,
23 then the horses walk by
24 taking their little men
25 away---
26 it is funereal and graceful
27 and glad
28 like the opening
29 of flowers.


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Bukowski, Charles:don't come round but if you do ... [from Burning in Water
Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 yeah sure, I'll be in unless I'm out
2 don't knock if the lights are out
3 or you hear voices or then
4 I might be reading Proust
5 if someone slips Proust under my door
6 or one of his bones for my stew,
7 and I can't loan money or
8 the phone
9 or what's left of my car
10 though you can have yesterday's newspaper
11 an old shirt or a bologna sandwich
12 or sleep on the couch
13 if you don't scream at night
14 and you can talk about yourself
15 that's only normal;
16 hard times are upon us all
17 only I am not trying to raise a family
18 to send through Harvard
19 or buy hunting land,
20 I am not aiming high
21 I am only trying to keep myself alive
22 just a little longer,
23 so if you sometimes knock
24 and I don't answer
25 and there isn't a woman in here
26 maybe I have broken my jaw
27 and am looking for wire
28 or I am chasing the butterflies in
29 my wallpaper,
30 I mean if I don't answer
31 I don't answer, and the reason is
32 that I am not yet ready to kill you
33 or love you, or even accept you,
34 it means I don't want to talk
35 I am busy, I am mad, I am glad
36 or maybe I'm stringing up a rope;
37 so even if the lights are on
38 and you hear sound
39 like breathing or praying or singing
40 a radio or the roll of dice
41 or typing---

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42 go away, it is not the day
43 the night, the hour;
44 it is not the ignorance of impoliteness,
45 I wish to hurt nothing, not even a bug
46 but sometimes I gather evidence of a kind
47 that takes some sorting,
48 and your blue eyes, be they blue
49 and your hair, if you have some
50 or your mind---they cannot enter
51 until the rope is cut or knotted
52 or until I have shaven into
53 new mirrors, until the world is
54 stopped or opened
55 forever.


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Bukowski, Charles:startled into life like fire [from Burning in Water Drowning
in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 in grievous deity my cat
2 walks around
3 he walks around and around
4 with
5 electric tail and
6 push-button
7 eyes



8 he is
9 alive and
10 plush and
11 final as a plum tree



12 neither of us understands
13 cathedrals or
14 the man outside
15 watering his
16 lawn



17 if I were all the man
18 that he is
19 cat---
20 if there were men
21 like this
22 the world could
23 begin



24 he leaps up on the couch
25 and walks through
26 porticoes of my
27 admiration.


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Bukowski, Charles:stew [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 stew at noon, my dear; and look:
2 the ants, the sawdust, the mica
3 plants, the shadows of banks like
4 bad jokes;
5 do you think we'll hear
6 The Bartered Bride today?
7 how's your tooth?



8 I should wash my feet and
9 clean my nails
10 not that I'd feel more like Christ
11 but
12 less like a leper---
13 which is important when
14 poverty is a small game you play
15 with your time.



16 let's see: first the mailman
17 then yesterday's copy of the Times.
18 we might
19 this way
20 get blown up a day too
21 late.



22 then there's the library or
23 a walk down the boulevards.



24 many great men have
25 walked down the boulevards
26 but it's terrible to be
27 a great man



28 like a monkey carrying a 5 pound
29 sack of potatoes up a 40 foot hill.

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30 Paris can wait.



31 more salt?



32 after we eat
33 let's sleep, let's sleep.



34 we can't make any money
35 awake.


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Bukowski, Charles:lilies in my brain [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the lilies storm my brain
2 by god by god
3 like nazi storm troopers!
4 do you think I'm going
5 tizzy?



6 your blue sweater
7 with tits hanging
8 loose, and
9 I think vaguely of Christ
10 on the cross, I don't know
11 why, and icecream
12 cones. this July day
13 lilies storm my brain,
14 I'll remember this
15 but
16 if only I had a
17 camera
18 or a big dog walking beside
19 me. big dogs make things
20 concrete
21 don't they?
22 a big dog to wrinkle his
23 snot-nose
24 like this lake gypped of
25 clear surface
26 by a quick and clever
27 wind.



28 you're here, yet I'm sad
29 again. I feel my porkchop ribs
30 over my lambchop heart ugh
31 gullible hard-working
32 intestines, dejected penis
33 chewing-gum bladder
34 liver turning to fat
35 like a penny-arcade trout
36 ashamed buttocks
37 practical ears

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38 moth-like hands
39 spearfish nose
40 rock-slide mouth and
41 the rest. the rest:
42 lilies in my brain
43 hoping good times
44 thinking old times:
45 Capone and the diamonds
46 Charlie Chaplin
47 Laurel and Hardy
48 Clara Bow
49 the rest.



50 it never happened
51 but it seemed like
52 there were times when rot
53 stopped
54 waited like a streetcar
55 at a signal.



56 now I
57 like a movie punk
58 (lilies up there)
59 take your hand
60 and we walk forward
61 to rent a boat
62 to drown in. I breathe the wind, flex my muscles
63 but only my belly
64 wiggles.



65 we get in
66 the motor churns the
67 slime.
68 the city buildings
69 come down like ostrich
70 mouths
71 and hollow out
72 our brains

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73 yet the sun
74 comes in
75 zap! zap! zap!
76 brilliant germs crawl our
77 chapped flesh. my
78 I feel as if I were in
79 church: everything
80 stinks. I hold the rubber sides
81 of everywhere
82 my balls are snowballs
83 I see stricken bells of malaria
84 old men getting into
85 bed, into model-T Fords
86 as the fish swim below us
87 full of dirty words and macaroni
88 and crossword puzzles
89 and the death of me, you and
90 the Katzenjammer
91 kids.


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Bukowski, Charles:i am dead but i know the dead are not like this [from Burning
in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow
Press]


1 the dead can sleep
2 they don't get up and rage
3 they don't have a wife.



4 her white face
5 like a flower in a closed
6 window lifts up and
7 looks at me.



8 the curtain smokes a cigarette
9 and a moth dies in a
10 freeway crash
11 as I examine the shadows of my
12 hands.



13 an owl, the size of a baby clock
14 rings for me, come on come on
15 it says as Jerusalem is hustled
16 down crotch-stained halls.



17 the 5 a.m. grass is nasal now
18 in hums of battleships and valleys
19 in the raped light that brings on
20 the fascist birds.



21 I put out the lamp and get in bed
22 beside her, she thinks I'm there
23 mumbles a rosy gratitude
24 as I stretch my legs
25 to coffin length
26 get in and swim away
27 from frogs and fortunes.


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Bukowski, Charles:like a violet in the snow [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 in the earliest possible day
2 in the blue-headed noon
3 I will telegraph you
4 a
5 boney hand
6 decorated with
7 sharkskin
8 a
9 large boy with
10 yellow teeth and an epileptic
11 father
12 will bring it
13 to your
14 door



15 smile
16 and
17 accept



18 it is better than
19 the
20 alternative


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Bukowski, Charles:letter from too far [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 she wrote me a letter from a small
2 room near the Seine.
3 she said she was going to dancing
4 class. she got up, she said
5 at 5 o'clock in the morning
6 and typed at poems
7 or painted
8 and when she felt like crying
9 she had a special bench
10 by the river.



11 her book of Songs
12 would be out
13 in the Fall.



14 I did not know what to tell her
15 but
16 I told her
17 to get any bad teeth pulled
18 and be careful of the French
19 lover.



20 I put her photo by the radio
21 near the fan
22 and it moved
23 like something
24 alive.



25 I sat and watched it
26 until I had smoked the
27 5 or 6
28 cigarettes left.



29 then I got up
30 and went to bed.


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Bukowski, Charles:man in the sun [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 she reads to me from the New Yorker
2 which I don't buy, don't know
3 how they get in here, but it's
4 something about the Mafia
5 one of the heads of the Mafia
6 who ate too much and had it too easy
7 too many fine women patting his
8 walnuts, and he got fat sucking at good
9 cigars and young breasts and he
10 has these heart attacks---and so
11 one day somebody is driving him
12 in this big car along the road
13 and he doesn't feel so good
14 and he asks the boy to stop and let
15 him out and the boy lays him out
16 along the road in the fine sunshine.
17 I don't know whether it's Crete or
18 Sicily or Italy proper
19 but he's lying there in the sunshine
20 and before he dies he says:
21 how beautiful life can be, and
22 then he's gone.



23 sometimes you've got to kill 4 or 5
24 thousand men before you somehow
25 get to believe that the sparrow
26 is immortal, money is piss and
27 that you have been wasting
28 your time.


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Bukowski, Charles:woman [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 this head like a saucer
2 decorated with everything
3 as lip to lip we hang
4 in mechanical joy;
5 my hands blaze with arias
6 but I think of books
7 on anatomy,
8 and I fall from you
9 as nations burn in anger ...



10 to recover from most pitiful error
11 and rebuild, this is it
12 loss and mending
13 until they take us in.



14 the glory of a Saturday afternoon
15 like biting into an old peach
16 and you walk across the room
17 heavy with everything
18 except my love.


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Bukowski, Charles:like all the years wasted [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 yesterday drunken Alice
2 gave me
3 a jar of fig jam
4 and today she
5 whistles
6 for her cat
7 but
8 he will not
9 come---
10 he is with the horses
11 at a
12 tub of beer
13 or
14 in room 21
15 at the Crown Hill
16 Hotel
17 or he is at the
18 Crocker
19 Citizens National
20 Bank
21 or
22 he arrived in
23 New York City at
24 5:30 p.m.
25 with paper suitcase
26 and
27 $7.



28 next to Alice
29 in her yard
30 a paper goose
31 walks
32 upside down
33 on a carton that says:
34 California
35 Oranges.



36 drunken Alice whistles.

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37 no good. no good.
38 work slowly.
39 everybody tries hard
40 but the
41 gods.



42 Alice goes in for a
43 drink, comes
44 out.
45 whistles again
46 all the way to a
47 park bench in
48 El Paso---
49 and her love comes
50 running out of the
51 bushes
52 bright-eyed as a
53 color film
54 and not waiting
55 for
56 Monday.



57 we go in
58 together.


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Bukowski, Charles:they, all of them, know [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 ask the sidewalk painters of Paris
2 ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog
3 ask the 3 pigs
4 ask the paperboy
5 ask the music of Donizetti
6 ask the barber
7 ask the murderer
8 ask the man leaning against a wall
9 ask the preacher
10 ask the maker of cabinets
11 ask the pickpocket or the
12 pawnbroker or the glass blower
13 or the seller of manure or
14 the dentist
15 ask the revolutionist
16 ask the man who sticks his head in
17 the mouth of a lion
18 ask the man who will release the next
19 atom bomb
20 ask the man who thinks he's Christ
21 ask the bluebird who comes home
22 at night
23 ask the peeping Tom
24 ask the man dying of cancer
25 ask the man who needs a bath
26 ask the man with one leg
27 ask the blind
28 ask the man with the lisp
29 ask the opium eater
30 ask the trembling surgeon
31 ask the leaves you walk upon
32 ask a rapist or a
33 streetcar conductor or an old man
34 pulling weeds in his garden
35 ask a bloodsucker
36 ask a trainer of fleas
37 ask a man who eats fire
38 ask the most miserable man you can
39 find in his most
40 miserable moment
41 ask a teacher of judo

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42 ask a rider of elephants
43 ask a leper, a lifer, a lunger
44 ask a professor of history
45 ask the man who never cleans his
46 fingernails
47 ask a clown or ask the first face you see
48 in the light of day
49 ask your father
50 ask your son and
51 his son to be
52 ask me
53 ask a burned-out bulb in a paper sack
54 ask the tempted, the damned, the foolish
55 the wise, the slavering
56 ask the builders of temples
57 ask the men who have never worn shoes
58 ask Jesus
59 ask the moon
60 ask the shadows in the closet
61 ask the moth, the monk, the madman
62 ask the man who draws cartoons for
63 The New Yorker
64 ask a goldfish
65 ask a fern shaking to a tapdance
66 ask the map of India
67 ask a kind face
68 ask the man hiding under your bed
69 ask the man you hate the most in this
70 world
71 ask the man who drank with Dylan Thomas
72 ask the man who laced Jack Sharkey's gloves
73 ask the sad-faced man drinking coffee
74 ask the plumber
75 ask the man who dreams of ostriches every
76 night
77 ask the ticket-taker at a freak show
78 ask the counterfeiter
79 ask the man sleeping in an alley under
80 a sheet of paper
81 ask the conquerors of nations and planets
82 ask the man who has just cut off his finger

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83 ask a bookmark in the bible
84 ask the water dripping from a faucet while
85 the phone rings
86 ask perjury
87 ask the deep blue paint
88 ask the parachute jumper
89 ask the man with the bellyache
90 ask the divine eye so sleek and swimming
91 ask the boy wearing tight pants in
92 the expensive academy
93 ask the man who slipped in the bathtub
94 ask the man chewed by the shark
95 ask the one who sold me the unmatched
96 gloves
97 ask these and all those I have left out
98 ask the fire the fire the fire---
99 ask even the liars
100 ask anybody you please at anytime
101 you please on any day you please
102 whether it's raining or whether
103 the snow is there or whether
104 you are stepping out onto a porch
105 yellow with warm heat
106 ask this ask that
107 ask the man with birdshit in his hair
108 ask the torturer of animals
109 ask the man who has seen many bullfights
110 in Spain
111 ask the owners of new Cadillacs
112 ask the famous
113 ask the timid
114 ask the albino
115 and the statesman
116 ask the landlords and the poolplayers
117 ask the phonies
118 ask the hired killers
119 ask the bald men and the fat men
120 and the tall men and the
121 short men
122 ask the one-eyed men, the
123 oversexed and undersexed men

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124 ask the men who read all the newspaper
125 editorials
126 ask the men who breed roses
127 ask the men who feel almost no pain
128 ask the dying
129 ask the mowers of lawns and the attenders
130 of football games
131 ask any of these or all of these
132 ask ask ask and
133 they'll all tell you:


134 a snarling wife on the balustrade is more
135 than a man can bear.


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Bukowski, Charles:a nice day [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 the virus holds
2 the concepts give way like rotten
3 shoelaces
4 toothache and bacon dance on the
5 lawn
6 I open a drawer to dirty
7 stockings
8 a stockbroker's universe
9 steel balls flutter like
10 butterflies
11 I can feel doom like
12 something under the sheets with bristles
13 that stinks and moves
14 toward me
15 the mailman is insane and
16 hands me a bagful of snails
17 eaten inside
18 out
19 by some rat of decay
20 in the madhouse a man kisses the walls
21 and dreams of sailboating down some
22 cool Nile
23 I read about the bullfights the ballgames
24 the boxing matches
25 things continue to fight
26 and in the churches they play at parlor
27 games and peek at legs
28 I go outside to absolutely
29 nothing
30 a square round of orange zero
31 headpieces over obscene mouths that form
32 at me like suckerfish
33 good morning, nice day isn't it?
34 a fat woman says
35 I am unable to answer
36 and down the sidewalk I go
37 shamed
38 unable to tell her
39 of the knife inside me
40 I do notice though the sun is shining
41 that the flowers are pulled up on

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42 their strings
43 and I on mine:
44 belly, bellybutton, buttocks, bukowski
45 waving walking
46 teeth of ice with the taste of tar
47 tear ducts propagandized
48 shoes acting like shoes
49 I arrive on time
50 in the blazing midday of
51 mourning.


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III
At Terror Street and Agony Way
Poems 1965-1968


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Epigraph

it was a splendid day in Spring
and outside we could hear the birds
that hadn't been killed
by the smog

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Bukowski, Charles:beerbottle [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 a very miraculous thing just happened:
2 my beerbottle flipped over backwards
3 and landed on its bottom on the floor,
4 and I have set it upon the table to foam down,
5 but the photos were not so lucky today
6 and there is a small slit along the leather
7 of my left shoe, but it's all very simple:
8 we cannot acquire too much: there are laws
9 we know nothing of, all manner of nudges
10 set us to burning or freezing; what sets
11 the blackbird in the cat's mouth
12 is not for us to say, or why some men
13 are jailed like pet squirrels
14 while others nuzzle in enormous breasts
15 through endless nights---this is the
16 task and the terror, and we are not
17 taught why. still, it's lucky the bottle
18 landed straightside up, and although
19 I have one of wine and one of whiskey,
20 this foretells, somehow, a good night,
21 and perhaps tomorrow my nose will be longer:
22 new shoes, less rain, more poems.


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Bukowski, Charles:the body [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I have been
2 hanging here
3 headless
4 for so long
5 that the body has forgotten
6 why
7 or where or when it
8 happened



9 and the toes
10 walk along in shoes
11 that do not
12 care



13 and although
14 the fingers
15 slice things and
16 hold things and
17 move things and
18 touch
19 things
20 such as
21 oranges
22 apples
23 onions
24 books
25 bodies
26 I am no longer
27 reasonably sure
28 what these things
29 are



30 they are mostly
31 like
32 lamplight and
33 fog

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34 then often the hands will
35 go to the
36 lost head
37 and hold the head
38 like the hands of a
39 child
40 around a ball
41 a block
42 air and wood---
43 no teeth
44 no thinking part



45 and when a window
46 blows open
47 to a
48 church
49 hill
50 woman
51 dog
52 or something singing



53 the fingers of the hand
54 are senseless to vibration
55 because they have no
56 ears
57 senseless to color because
58 they have no
59 eyes
60 senseless to smell
61 without a nose



62 the country goes by as
63 nonsense
64 the continents



65 the daylights and evenings
66 shine

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67 on my dirty
68 fingernails



69 and in some mirror
70 my face
71 a block to vanish
72 scuffed part of a child's
73 ball



74 while everywhere
75 moves
76 worms and aircraft
77 fires on the land
78 tall violets in sanctity
79 my hands let go let go
80 let go


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Bukowski, Charles:k.o. [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 he was easy, fat as a hummingbird
2 and I had him blowing,
3 I jabbed and crossed and took my time:
4 everybody was waiting for the main event,
5 drinking beer, and I was thinking
6 how we were going to furnish the house,
7 I needed a workbench and some tools,
8 and then he came over with the right---
9 I had been looking at the lights
10 and the next thing I knew everybody was
11 howling, and I was down on my knees like
12 praying, and when I got up
13 he was strong and I was weak;
14 well, I thought, I'll go back to the farm,
15 I always was a poor winner.


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Bukowski, Charles:sunday before noon [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]



spinach, Gabriel,
all fall down,
all fall down and blow,
barbados, barbados,
where are yr toes?

1 the branches break, the birds fall, the buildings burn,
2 the whores stand straight,
3 the bombs stack,
4 evening, morning, night,
5 peanutbutter,
6 peanutbutter falcons,
7 rain breathing like lilies from the top of my head,
8 pincers pincers
9 kisses like steel clamps
10 mouths full of moths,
11 hydra-headed cocksuckers,
12 Florida in full moon,
13 shark with mouthful of man
14 man with mouthful of peanutbutter, rain
15 rain peeking into the guts of grey hours,
16 horses dreaming of horses,
17 flowers dreaming of flowers,
18 horses running with greyhour pieces of my lovely flesh,
19 bread burning, all Spain on fire and
20 cities dreaming of craters,
21 bombs bigger than the brains of anything,
22 going down
23 are the clocks cocks roosters?
24 the roosters stand on the fence
25 the roosters are peanutbutter crowing,
26 the FLAME will be high, the flame will be big,
27 kiss kiss kiss
28 everything away,
29 I hope it rains today, I hope
30 the jets die, I hope
31 the kitten finds a mouse, I hope
32 I don't see it, I hope
33 it rains, I hope

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34 anything away from here,
35 I hope a bridge, a fish, a cactus somewhere
36 strutting whiskers to the noon,
37 I dream flowers and horses
38 the branches break the birds fall the buildings
39 burn, my whore walks across the room and
40 smiles at me.


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Bukowski, Charles:7th race when the angels swung low and burned [from Burning in
Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I watched the board and the 6 dropped to 9
2 after a first flash of 18 from a morning line
3 of 12 ... two minutes to post and a fat man
4 kept jamming against my back, but I made it,
5 I bet 20 to win and walked out to the deck
6 looking down at my program:
7 purple and cerise quarters, cerise sleeves
8 and cap; b.f.3., Indian Red---Impetuous, by Top Row,
9 and people kept walking into me
10 although there was no place to go,
11 they were putting them in the gate
12 and the people were walking like ants over spilled
13 sugar,
14 the machine had cranked them up to die
15 and they were blind with it,
16 and now by the 7th race
17 stinking sweating broke ugly
18 reamed
19 there was no way back to the dream,
20 and the horses came out of the gate
21 and I looked for my colors---
22 I saw them, and the boy seemed to be riding sideways
23 he had the horse running in and was pulling his head back
24 toward the outer rail,
25 and I could tell by the way the horse was striding
26 that he was out of it;
27 the action had been all wrong
28 and I walked to the bar
29 while the winners turned into the stretch,
30 and they were making the final calls as I ordered my drink,
31 and I leaned there thinking
32 I once knew places that sweetly cried
33 their walls' voices
34 where mirrors showed me chance,
35 I was once saddened when an evening became
36 finally a night to sleep away.



37 ---the bartender said, I hear they are going to send in
38 the 7 horse in the next one.

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39 I once sang operas and burned candles
40 in a place made holy by nothing but myself
41 and whatever there was.



42 ---I never bet mares in the summer,
43 I told him.



44 then the crowd came on in
45 complaining
46 explaining
47 bragging
48 thinking of suicide or drunkenness or sex,
49 and I looked around
50 like a man waking up in jail
51 and whatever there was
52 became that,
53 and I finished my drink
54 and walked away.


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Bukowski, Charles:on going out to get the mail [from Burning in Water Drowning
in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the droll noon
2 where squadrons of worms creep up like
3 stripteasers
4 to be raped by blackbirds.



5 I go outside
6 and all up and down the street
7 the green armies shoot color
8 like an everlasting 4th of July,
9 and I too seem to swell inside,
10 a kind of unknown bursting, a
11 feeling, perhaps, that there isn't any
12 enemy
13 anywhere.



14 and I reach down into the box
15 and there is
16 nothing---not even a
17 letter from the gas co. saying they will
18 shut it off
19 again.



20 not even a short note from my x-wife
21 bragging about her present
22 happiness.



23 my hand searches the mailbox in a kind of
24 disbelief long after the mind has
25 given up.



26 there's not even a dead fly
27 down in there.



28 I am a fool, I think, I should have known it
29 works like this.

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30 I go inside as all the flowers leap to
31 please me.



32 anything? the woman
33 asks.



34 nothing, I answer, what's for
35 breakfast?


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Bukowski, Charles:i wanted to overthrow the government but all i brought down
was somebody's wife [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and one fox
2 and look here, they write,
3 you are a dupe for the state, the church,
4 you are in the ego-dream,
5 read your history, study the monetary system,
6 note that the racial war is 23,000 years old.



7 well, I remember 20 years ago, sitting with an old Jewish tailor,
8 his nose in the lamplight like a cannon sighted on the enemy; and
9 there was an Italian pharmacist who lived in an expensive apartment

10 in the best part of town; we plotted to overthrow
11 a tottering dynasty, the tailor sewing buttons on a vest,
12 the Italian poking his cigar in my eye, lighting me up,
13 a tottering dynasty myself, always drunk as possible,
14 well-read, starving, depressed, but actually
15 a good young piece of ass would have solved all my rancor,
16 but I didn't know this; I listened to my Italian and my Jew
17 and I went out down dark alleys smoking borrowed cigarettes
18 and watching the backs of houses come down in flames,
19 but somewhere we missed: we were not men enough,
20 large or small enough,
21 or we only wanted to talk or we were bored, so the anarchy
22 fell through,
23 and the Jew died and the Italian grew angry because I stayed
24 with his
25 wife when he went down to the pharmacy; he did not care to have
26 his personal government overthrown, and she overthrew easy, and
27 I had some guilt: the children were asleep in the other bedroom;
28 but later I won $200 in a crap game and took a bus to New Orleans,
29 and I stood on the corner listening to the music coming from bars
30 and then I went inside to the bars,
31 and I sat there thinking about the dead Jew,
32 how all he did was sew on buttons and talk,
33 and how he gave way although he was stronger than any of us---
34 he gave way because his bladder would not go on,
35 and maybe that saved Wall Street and Manhattan
36 and the Church and Central Park West and Rome and the
37 Left Bank, but the pharmacist's wife, she was nice,

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38 she was tired of bombs under the pillow and hissing the Pope,
39 and she had a very nice figure, very good legs,
40 but I guess she felt as I: that the weakness was not Government
41 but Man, one at a time, that men were never as strong as
42 their ideas
43 and that ideas were governments turned into men;
44 and so it began on a couch with a spilled martini
45 and it ended in the bedroom: desire, revolution,
46 nonsense ended, and the shades rattled in the wind,
47 rattled like sabres, cracked like cannon,
48 and 30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses chased one fox
49 across the fields under the sun,
50 and I got out of bed and yawned and scratched my belly
51 and knew that soon very soon I would have to get
52 very drunk again.


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Bukowski, Charles:the girls [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I have been looking at
2 the same
3 lampshade
4 for
5 5 years
6 and it has gathered
7 a bachelor's dust
8 and
9 the girls who enter here
10 are too
11 busy
12 to clean it



13 but I don't mind
14 I have been too
15 busy
16 to notice
17 until now



18 that the light
19 shines
20 badly
21 through
22 5 years'
23 worth.


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Bukowski, Charles:a note on rejection slips [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 it is not very good
2 to not get through
3 whether it's the
4 wall
5 the human mind
6 sleep
7 wakefulness
8 sex
9 excretion
10 or most anything
11 you can name
12 or
13 can't name.



14 when a chicken
15 catches its worm
16 the chicken gets through
17 and when the worm
18 catches you
19 (dead or alive)
20 I'd have to say,
21 even through its lack
22 of sensibility,
23 that it enjoys
24 it.



25 it's like when you
26 send this poem
27 back
28 I'll figure
29 it just didn't get
30 through.



31 either there were
32 fatter worms
33 or the chicken
34 couldn't
35 see.

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36 the next time
37 I break an egg
38 I'll think of
39 you.



40 scramble with
41 fork



42 and then turn up
43 the flame



44 if I
45 have
46 one.


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Bukowski, Charles:true story [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 they found him walking along the freeway
2 all red in
3 front
4 he had taken a rusty tin can
5 and cut off his sexual
6 machinery
7 as if to say---
8 see what you've done to
9 me? you might as well have the
10 rest.



11 and he put part of him
12 in one pocket and
13 part of him in
14 another
15 and that's how they found him,
16 walking
17 along.



18 they gave him over to the
19 doctors
20 who tried to sew the parts
21 back
22 on
23 but the parts were
24 quite contented
25 they way they
26 were.



27 I think sometimes of all the good
28 ass
29 turned over to the
30 monsters of the
31 world.



32 maybe it was his protest against
33 this or

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34 his protest
35 against
36 everything.



37 a one man
38 Freedom March
39 that never squeezed in
40 between
41 the concert reviews and the
42 baseball
43 scores.



44 God, or somebody,
45 bless
46 him.


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Bukowski, Charles:x-pug [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 he hooked to the body hard
2 took it well
3 and loved to fight
4 had seven in a row and a small fleck
5 over one eye,
6 and then he met a kid from Camden
7 with arms thin as wires---
8 it was a good one,
9 the safe lions roared and threw money;
10 they were both up and down many times,
11 but he lost that one
12 and he lost the rematch
13 in which neither of them fought at all,
14 hanging on to each other like lovers through the boos,
15 and now he's over at Mike's
16 changing tires and oil and batteries,
17 the fleck over the eye
18 still young,
19 but you don't ask him,
20 you don't ask him anything
21 except maybe
22 you think it's going to rain?
23 or
24 you think the sun's gonna come out?
25 to which he'll usually answer
26 hell no,
27 but you'll have your important tank of gas
28 and drive off.


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Bukowski, Charles:class [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 these boys have got class
2 they ought to make kings
3 out of old men
4 rolling cigarettes
5 in rooms small enough
6 to recognize
7 a single shadow;
8 for them
9 all has gone away
10 like a light under the
11 door
12 yet
13 they recognize and
14 bear the absence;
15 tricked and slugged to
16 zero
17 they wait on death
18 with the temperate patience of
19 a mother teaching her child
20 to eat;
21 for them, everything has
22 run away
23 like a rose in the mouth
24 of a hog;
25 the burning of cities
26 must have been
27 like this.
28 but like trucks of garbage
29 shaking with love
30 these boys
31 might
32 rise like Lorca
33 out of the road
34 with one more poem,
35 rise like
36 Lazarus to
37 gaze upon the
38 still living female,
39 and then
40 get drunk
41 drunk

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42 until it all
43 falls apart
44 so sad
45 again.


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Bukowski, Charles:living [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I mean, I just slept
2 I awoke with a fly on my elbow and
3 I named the fly Benny
4 then I killed him
5 and then I got up and looked in the
6 mailbox
7 and there was some kind of warning from the
8 government
9 but since there wasn't anybody standing in the bushes with
10 a bayonet
11 I tore it up
12 and went back to bed and looked up at the ceiling
13 and I thought, I really like this,
14 I'm just going to lie here for another ten
15 minutes
16 and I lay there for another ten minutes
17 and I thought,
18 it doesn't make sense, I've got so many things to
19 do but I'm going to lie here another
20 half hour,
21 and I stretched
22 stretched
23 and I watched the sun through the small leaves of a tree
24 outside, and I didn't have any wonderful thoughts,
25 I didn't have any immortal thoughts,
26 and that was the best part
27 and it got a little hot
28 and I threw the blankets off and slept---
29 but a damned dream:
30 I was on the train again
31 on that same 5 hour round-trip to the track,
32 sitting by the window,
33 past the same sad ocean, China out there mouthing
34 peculiarities in the back of my
35 brain, and then somebody sat next to me
36 and talked about horses
37 mothballs of talk that ripped me apart like
38 death, and then I was there
39 again: the horses running like something shown on a
40 screen and the jockeys very white in the face
41 and it didn't matter who finally

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42 won and everybody knew
43 it, the ride back in the dream was the same as the ride
44 back in reality:
45 black tons of night around
46 the same mountains ashamed of being
47 there, the sea again, again,
48 the train heading like a cock through a needle's
49 eye
50 and I had to get up and go to the urinal
51 and I hated to get up and go to the urinal
52 because somebody had thrown paper, some loser had thrown paper
53 into the toilet again and it wouldn't
54 flush, and when I came back out
55 everybody had nothing to do but look at my
56 face
57 and I am so tired
58 that they know when they see my face
59 that I hate
60 them
61 and then they hate me
62 and want to
63 kill me
64 but don't.
65 I woke up but since there wasn't anybody
66 over my bed
67 to tell me I was doing
68 wrong
69 I slept some
70 more.
71 when I woke up this time
72 it was almost
73 evening. people were coming in from work.
74 I got up and sat in a chair and watched them
75 coming in. they didn't look so good.
76 even the young girls didn't look so good as when they
77 left.
78 and the men came in: hatchet men, killers, thieves, con-men,
79 the whole bunch, and their faces were more horrible than any
80 halloween masks ever devised.

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81 I found a blue spider in the corner and killed him with a
82 broom.



83 I looked at the people a while more and then I got tired and
84 stopped looking and fried myself a couple of eggs and sat down
85 and had some tea and bread with it.



86 I felt fine.



87 then I took a bath and went back to
88 bed.


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Bukowski, Charles:the intellectual [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 she writes
2 continually
3 like a long nozzle
4 spraying
5 the air,
6 and she argues
7 continually;
8 there is nothing
9 I can say
10 that is really not
11 something else,
12 so,
13 I stop saying;
14 and finally
15 she argues herself
16 out the door
17 saying
18 something like---
19 I'm not trying to
20 impress myself
21 upon you.



22 but I know
23 she will be
24 back, they always
25 come back.



26 and
27 at 5 p.m.
28 she was knocking at the door.



29 I let her in.



30 I won't stay long, she said,
31 if you don't want me.

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32 it's all right, I said,
33 I've got to take a
34 bath.



35 she walked into the kitchen and
36 began on the
37 dishes.



38 it's like being married:
39 you accept
40 everything
41 as if
42 it hadn't happened.


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Bukowski, Charles:shot of red-eye [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I used to hold my social security card
2 up in the air,
3 he told me,
4 but I was so small
5 they couldn't see it,
6 all those big
7 guys around.



8 you mean the place with the
9 big green screen?
10 I asked.



11 yeah. well, anyhow, I finally got on
12 the other day
13 picking tomatoes, and Jesus Christ,
14 I couldn't get anywhere
15 it was too hot, too hot
16 and I couldn't get anything in my sack
17 so I lay under the truck
18 in the shade and drank
19 wine. I didn't make a
20 dime.



21 have a drink, I said.



22 sure, he said.



23 two big women came in and
24 I mean BIG
25 and they sat next to
26 us.



27 shot of red-eye, one of them
28 said to the bartender.

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29 likewise, said the other.



30 they pulled their dresses up
31 around their hips and
32 swung their legs.



33 um, umm. I think I'm going mad, I told
34 my friend from the tomato fields.



35 Jesus, he said, Jesus and Mary, I can't
36 believe what I see.



37 it's all
38 there, I said.



39 you a fighter? the one next to me
40 asked.



41 no, I said.



42 what happened to your
43 face?



44 automobile accident on the San Berdoo
45 freeway. some drunk jumped the divider. I was
46 the drunk.



47 how old are you, daddy?



48 old enough to slice the melon, I said,
49 tapping my cigar ashes into my beer to give me
50 strength.

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51 can you buy a melon? she asked.



52 have you ever been chased across the Mojave and
53 raped?



54 no, she said.



55 I pulled out my last 20 and with an old man's
56 virile abandon ordered
57 four drinks.



58 both girls smiled and pulled their dresses
59 higher, if that was possible.



60 who's your friend? they asked.



61 this is Lord Chesterfield, I told them.



62 pleased ta meetcha, they
63 said.



64 hello, bitches, he answered.



65 we walked through the 3rd street tunnel
66 to a green hotel. the girls had a
67 key.



68 there was one bed and we all got
69 in. I don't know who got
70 who.

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71 the next morning my friend and I
72 were down at the Farm Labor Market
73 on San Pedro Street
74 holding up and waving our social
75 security cards.



76 they couldn't see
77 his.



78 I was the last one on the truck out. a big woman stood
79 up against me. she smelled like
80 port wine.



81 honey, she asked, whatever happened to your
82 face?



83 fair grounds, a dancing bear who
84 didn't.



85 bullshit, she said.



86 maybe so, I said, but get your hand out
87 from around my
88 balls. everybody's looking.



89 when we got to the
90 fields the sun was
91 really up
92 and the world
93 looked
94 terrible.


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Bukowski, Charles:i met a genius [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I met a genius on the train
2 today
3 about 6 years old,
4 he sat beside me
5 and as the train
6 ran down along the coast
7 we came to the ocean
8 and then he looked at me
9 and said,
10 it's not pretty.



11 it was the first time I'd
12 realized
13 that.


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Bukowski, Charles:poverty [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 it is the man you've never seen who
2 keeps you going,
3 the one who might arrive
4 someday.



5 he isn't out on the streets or
6 in the buildings or in the
7 stadiums,
8 or if he's there
9 I've missed him somehow.



10 he isn't one of our presidents
11 or statesmen or actors.



12 I wonder if he's there.



13 I walk down the streets
14 past drugstores and hospitals and
15 theatres and cafes
16 and I wonder if he is there.



17 I have looked almost half a century
18 and he has not been seen.



19 a living man, truly alive,
20 say when he brings his hands down
21 from lighting a cigarette
22 you see his eyes
23 like the eyes of a tiger staring past
24 into the wind.



25 but when the hands come down
26 it is always the
27 other eyes

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28 that are there
29 always always.



30 and soon it will be too late for me
31 and I will have lived a life
32 with drugstores, cats, sheets, saliva,
33 newspapers, women, doors and other assortments,
34 but nowhere
35 a living man.


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Bukowski, Charles:to kiss the worms goodnight [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 kool enough to die but not
2 kill I take my doctor's green
3 pill
4 drink tea
5 as the sharks swim through vases of
6 flowers
7 ten times around they go
8 twenty
9 searching for my sissy
10 heart
11 in a freak May night in
12 Los Angeles
13 Sunday
14 somebody playing
15 Beethoven



16 I sit behind pulled shades
17 in ambush
18 as ambitious men with new automobiles and
19 new blondes
20 command the streets
21 I sit in a rented room
22 carving a wooden rifle
23 drawing pictures of naked ladies
24 bulls
25 love affairs
26 old men
27 on the walls with children's
28 crayons
29 it is up to each of us to live in
30 whatever way we can
31 as the generals, doctors, policemen
32 warn and torture
33 us



34 I bathe once a day
35 am frightened by cats and
36 shadows
37 sleep hardly at all

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38 when my heart stops
39 the whole world will get quicker
40 better
41 warmer
42 summer will follow summer
43 the air will be lake clear
44 and the meaning
45 too



46 but meanwhile
47 the green pill
48 these greasy floors off the
49 avenue and
50 down there a plot of worms of worms of
51 worms
52 and up here
53 no nymph blonde
54 to love me to sleep while I am
55 waiting.


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Bukowski, Charles:john dillinger and le chasseur maudit [from Burning in Water
Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 it's unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don't care:
2 girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines
3 and bladders and excretory movements; it's unfortunate also that
4 ice-cream bells, babies, engine-valves, plagiostomes, palm trees,
5 footsteps in the hall ... all excite me with the cold calmness
6 of the gravestone; nowhere, perhaps, is there sanctuary except
7 in hearing that there were other desperate men:
8 Dillinger, Rimbaud, Villon, Babyface Nelson, Seneca, Van Gogh,
9 or desperate women: lady wrestlers, nurses, waitresses, whores
10 poetesses ... although,
11 I do suppose the breaking out of ice-cubes is important
12 or a mouse nosing an empty beercan---
13 two hollow emptinesses looking into each other,
14 or the nightsea stuck with soiled ships
15 that enter the chary web of your brain with their lights,
16 with their salty lights
17 that touch you and leave you
18 for the more solid love of some India;
19 or driving great distances without reason
20 sleep-drugged through open windows that
21 tear and flap your shirt like a frightened bird,
22 and always the stoplights, always red,
23 nightfire and defeat, defeat ...
24 scorpions, scraps, fardels:
25 x-jobs, x-wives, x-faces, x-lives,
26 Beethoven in his grave as dead as a beet;
27 red wheel-barrows, yes, perhaps,
28 or a letter from Hell signed by the devil
29 or two good boys beating the guts out of each other
30 in some cheap stadium full of screaming smoke,
31 but mostly, I don't care, sitting here
32 with a mouthful of rotten teeth,
33 sitting here reading Herrick and Spenser and
34 Marvell and Hopkins and Bronte (Emily, today);
35 and listening to the Dvorak Midday Witch
36 or Franck's Le Chasseur Maudit,
37 actually I don't care, and it's unfortunate:
38 I have been getting letters from a young poet
39 (very young, it seems) telling me that some day
40 I will most surely be recognized as
41 one of the world's great poets, Poet!

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42 a malversation: today I walked in the sun and streets
43 of this city: seeing nothing, learning nothing, being
44 nothing, and coming back to my room
45 I passed an old woman who smiled a horrible smile;
46 she was already dead, and everywhere I remembered wires:
47 telephone wires, electric wires, wires for electric faces
48 trapped like goldfish in the glass and smiling,
49 and the birds were gone, none of the birds wanted wire
50 or the smiling of wire
51 and I closed my door (at last)
52 but through the windows it was the same:
53 a horn honked, somebody laughed, a toilet flushed,
54 and oddly then
55 I thought of all the horses with numbers
56 that have gone by in the screaming,
57 gone by like Socrates, gone by like Lorca,
58 like Chatterton ...
59 I'd rather imagine our death will not matter too much
60 except as a matter of disposal, a problem,
61 like dumping the garbage,
62 and although I have saved the young poet's letters,
63 I do not believe them
64 but like at the
65 diseased palm trees
66 and the end of the sun,
67 I sometimes look.


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Bukowski, Charles:the flower lover [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 in the Valkerie Mountains
2 among the strutting peacocks
3 I found a flower
4 as large as my
5 head
6 and when I reached in to smell
7 it


8 I lost an ear lobe
9 part of my nose
10 one eye
11 and half a pack of
12 cigarettes.



13 I came back
14 the next day
15 to hack the damned thing
16 down
17 but found it so
18 beautiful I
19 killed a
20 peacock
21 instead.


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Bukowski, Charles:traffic ticket [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I walked off the job again
2 and the police stopped me
3 for running a red light at Serrano Ave.
4 my mind was rather gone
5 and I stood in a patch of leaves
6 ankle-deep
7 and kept my head turned
8 so they couldn't smell the liquor
9 too much
10 and I took the ticket and went to my room
11 and got a good symphony on the radio,
12 one of the Russians or Germans,
13 one of the dark tough boys
14 but still I felt lonely and cold
15 and kept lighting cigarettes
16 and I turned on the heater
17 and then down on the floor
18 I saw a magazine with my photo
19 on the cover
20 and I walked over and picked it up
21 but it wasn't me
22 because yesterday is gone
23 and today is only catsup
24 and racing hounds
25 and sickness
26 and women some women
27 momentarily as beautiful
28 as any of the cathedrals,
29 and now they play Bartok
30 who knew what he was doing
31 which meant he didn't know what he was doing,
32 and tomorrow I suppose I will go back
33 to the fucking job
34 like a man to a wife with four kids
35 if they'll have me
36 but today I know that I have gotten out of
37 some kind of net,
38 30 seconds more and I would have been dead,
39 and it is important to recognize
40 one should recognize
41 that type of moment

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42 if he wants to continue
43 to avail the gut and the sacked skull of a
44 flower a mountain a ship a woman
45 the code of the frost and the stone
46 everything lapsing into a sense of moment
47 that cleans like the best damn soap on the market
48 and brings Paris, Spain, the groans of Hemingway,
49 the blue madonna, the new-born bull,
50 a night in a closet with red paint
51 right down in on you,
52 and I hope to pay the ticket
53 even though I did not (I think) run the red light
54 but
55 they said I did.


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Bukowski, Charles:a little sleep and peace of stillness [from Burning in Water
Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 if you're a man, Los Angeles is where you hang it up and
2 battle; or if you're a woman, and you've got enough leg and
3 the rest, you sail it against a mountain backdrop so
4 when you grow grey you can hide in Beverly Hills
5 in a mansion so nobody can see how you've decayed.
6 so we moved here---and what do we come up against
7 except a religious maniac in the next shack who
8 drinks cheap wine and has visions and plays his radio
9 as loudly as possible, my god!
10 I know all the spirituals now!
11 I know how very much I have sinned and I realize I must die
12 and I've got to get ready ...
13 but I could use a little sleep first
14 just a little sleep and peace of silence.



15 I open the window and there he is
16 out on the lawn
17 dancing to a hymn
18 a spiritual
19 a whatever.
20 he has on a pair of red bathing trunks
21 he's well-tanned and drunk on wine
22 but his movements are hard and awkward---
23 he's too fat
24 a walnut-like man, distorted and shapeless at
25 55.
26 and he waves his arms in the sun and the birds fly up
27 frightened
28 and then he whirls back into his doorway.



29 but the view from the street here is good---
30 there are Japanese and old women and young girls and
31 beggars.
32 we have large palms
33 plenty of birds
34 and the parking's not bad ...
35 but our religious maniac does not work
36 he's too clever to work
37 and so we both lie around

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38 listen to his radio
39 drink
40 and I wonder which of us will get to hell first---
41 him with his bible or me with my Racing Form
42 but if I've got to hear him down there I know I'm going to have to
43 have some help, and the next dance will be mine.



44 right now I wish I had something to sell so I could hide in a
45 place
46 with walls twelve feet high
47 with moats
48 and high-yellow mamas.
49 but it looks like some long days and nights ahead,
50 as always.
51 at the least I can only hope for the weakening of a
52 radio tube,
53 and at the most for his death,
54 which we are both praying and
55 ready for.


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Bukowski, Charles:he even looked like a nice guy [from Burning in Water Drowning
in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 he packaged it up neatly in different sections
2 sending the legs to an aunt in St. Louis
3 the head to a scoutmaster in Brooklyn
4 the belly to a cross-eyed butcher in Des Moines,
5 the female organs were sent to a young priest in Los Angeles;
6 the arms he threw to his dog
7 and he kept the hands to use as nut-crackers, and all the
8 leftover and assorted parts
9 like breasts and buttocks he boiled into a soup
10 which strangely
11 tasted better than she ever had.



12 he spent the money in her purse
13 he bought good French wine, frijoles, a pound of grass
14 and two parakeets; he bought the collected works of
15 Keats, a 5 foot square red bandana, a scissors with
16 ivory handles, and a box of candy for his
17 landlady.



18 then he drank and ate and slept for three days and nights
19 and when the police came
20 he seemed very friendly and calm
21 and all the way to the station house
22 he talked of the weather, the color of the mountains,
23 various things like that, he didn't seem like that kind of killer
24 at all.



25 it was very strange.


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Bukowski, Charles:children in the sky [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the boys come up
2 the boys climb up the
3 brown pole
4 as the waterheater gurgles
5 in Spanish
6 the boys climb the
7 brown pole---


8 Charlemagne fought for this
9 Il Duce was tilted from his car
10 skinned like a bear
11 and hung
12 upsidedown
13 for this---


14 the boys climb up
15 the brown pole
16 3 or 4 of
17 them;
18 we have just moved in
19 this building,
20 the paintings still
21 unpacked, the letters from
22 England and Chicago and
23 Cheyenne and
24 New Orleans,
25 but the beer's on
26 and there are 5 oranges
27 and 4 pears on the table
28 so life's not
29 bad
30 except somebody wanted
31 $15 to
32 turn on the gas;
33 the boys climb the phonepole
34 to leap onto the
35 bluegreen
36 garage roofs
37 and I stand naked
38 behind a curtain,
39 smoking a cigar,

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40 and impressed
41 impressed as I can be
42 as if
43 the Virgin Mary
44 was dancing
45 outside;
46 and through the window
47 to the North
48 I can see 2 men
49 feeding
50 45 pigeons
51 and the pigeons
52 walk in separate circles
53 of 8 or 10
54 as if tied together
55 by a revolving string,
56 and it is 3 o'clock
57 in the afternoon and
58 a good cigar.



59 Cicero fought for this,
60 Jake LaMotta and
61 Waslaw Nijinsky,
62 but somebody stole
63 our guitar
64 and I haven't taken my
65 vitamins
66 for weeks.



67 the boys run on the
68 greenblue roofs
69 as to the North the
70 pigeons rise;
71 it is desperately
72 holy
73 and I blow out
74 grey and quiet
75 smoke.

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76 then a woman in a red coat,
77 evidently an official,
78 some matron of
79 learning
80 decides that
81 the sky needs
82 cleaning:



83 Hey ! ! ! you boys get
84 DOWN
85 from there!



86 it is beautiful as
87 deer
88 running from the
89 hunter.



90 Agrippina fought for this,
91 even Mithridates,
92 even William Hazlitt.



93 there is nothing to do
94 now
95 but unpack.


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Bukowski, Charles:the weather is hot on the back of my watch [from Burning in
Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the weather is hot on the back of my watch
2 which is down at Finkelstein's
3 who is gifted with 3 balls
4 but no heart, but you've got to understand
5 when the bull goes down
6 or the whore, the heart is laid aside for something else,
7 and let's not over-rate obvious decency
8 for in a crap game you may be cutting down
9 some wobbly king of 6 kids
10 and a hemorrhoid butt on his last unemployment check,
11 and who is to say the rose is greater than the thorn?
12 not I, Henry,
13 and when your love gets flabby knees and prefers flat shoes,
14 maybe you should have stuck it into something else
15 like an oil well
16 or a herd of cows.
17 I'm too old to argue,
18 I've gone with the poem
19 and been k.o.'d with the old sucker-punch
20 round after round,
21 but sometimes I like to think of the Kaiser
22 or any other fool full of medals and nothing else,
23 or the first time we read Dos
24 or Eliot with his trousers rolled;
25 the weather is hot on the back of my watch
26 which is down at Finkelstein's,
27 but you know what they say: things are tough all over,
28 and I remember once on the bum in Texas
29 I watched a crow-blast, one hundred farmers with one hundred
30 shotguns
31 jerking off the sky with a giant penis of hate
32 and the crows came down half-dead, half-living,
33 and they clubbed them to death to save their shells
34 but they ran out of shells before they ran out of crows
35 and the crows came back and walked around the pellets and
36 stuck out their tongues
37 and mourned their dead and elected new leaders
38 and then all at once flew home to fuck to fill the gap.



39 you can only kill what shouldn't be there,

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40 and Finkelstein should be there and my watch
41 and maybe myself, and I realize that if the poems are bad
42 they are supposed to be bad and if they are good
43 they are likewise supposed to be---although there is a minor
44 fight to be fought,
45 but still I am sad
46 because I was in this small town somewhere in the badlands,
47 way off course, not even wanting to be there,
48 two dollars in my wallet, and a farmer turned to me
49 and asked me what time it was
50 and I wouldn't tell him,
51 and later they gathered them up for burning
52 as if they were no better than dung with feathers,
53 feathers and a little gasoline,
54 and from the bottom of one pile
55 a not-quite-dead crow smiled at me.



56 it was 4:35 p.m.


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Bukowski, Charles:note to a lady who expected rupert brooke [from Burning in
Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 wha', what did you expect? a schoolboy lisping Donne? or
2 some more practical lover filling you with the stench of Life?
3 I'm a fool and no gentleman: I walked the Brooklyn Bridge
4 with Crane in pajamas, but suicide fails as you get older:
5 there's less and less to kill.



6 so among the skin and lambchops, the sick neckties of
7 other closets, I scheme schemes round as oranges
8 filled with the music of my crafty mumbling.



9 Brooke? no. I am a monkey with an olive lost in the
10 circus sand of your laughter, circus apes, circus tigers,
11 circus madmen of finance screwing their secretaries before
12 the 5:15 ... and what did you expect?



13 a pink-cheek dribbling Picasso colors on your dry brain?



14 so, the room was blue with the smoke of my boiling, hell,
15 a senseless sea
16 and I fell fingers sotted to the last pinch of your juice,
17 fell through the thorned vines cursing your name,
18 no gentleman
19 no gentleman,
20 kissed-off love like snake-bite,
21 the veranda buzzed with flies, buzzed with flies
22 and lies, and your red mouth screamed,
23 your lamps screamed
24 breaking like overdue bills:



25 DRUNK! DRUNK AGAIN!
26 O, YOU IDIOT!



27 so, Yeats, Keats, teats ... nothing but an apricot!

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28 wha', what happened to Spain? my boy Lorca?
29 the revolution? must join the brigade!
30 lemme outa here!


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Bukowski, Charles:the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck [from
Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black
Sparrow Press]

1 I suppose so.
2 I was living in an attic in Philadelphia
3 it became very hot in the summer and so I stayed in the
4 bars. I didn't have any money and so with what was almost left
5 I put a small ad in the paper and said I was a writer
6 looking for work ...
7 which was a god damned lie; I was a writer
8 looking for a little time and a little food and some
9 attic rent.
10 a couple of days later when I finally came home
11 from somewhere
12 the landlady said, there was somebody looking for
13 you. and I said,
14 there must be some mistake. she said,
15 no, it was a writer and he said he wanted you to help him write
16 a history book.
17 oh, fine, I said, and I knew with that I had another week's
18 rent---I mean, on the cuff---
19 so I sat around drinking wine on credit and watching the
20 hot pigeons
21 suffer and fuck on my hot roof.
22 I turned the radio on real loud
23 drank the wine and wondered how I could make a history book
24 interesting but true.
25 but the bastard never came back,
26 and I had to finally sign on with a railroad track gang
27 going West
28 and they gave us cans of food but no
29 openers
30 and we broke the cans against the seats and sides of
31 railroad cars a hundred years old with dust
32 the food wasn't cooked and the water tasted like
33 candlewick
34 and I leaped off into a clump of brush somewhere in
35 Texas
36 all green with nice-looking houses in the
37 distance
38 I found a park
39 slept all night
40 and then they found me and put me in a cell

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41 and they asked me about murders and
42 robberies.
43 they wanted to get a lot of stuff off the books
44 to prove their efficiency
45 but I wasn't that tired
46 and they drove me to the next big town
47 fifty-seven miles away
48 the big one kicked me in the ass
49 and they drove off.
50 but I lucked it:
51 two weeks later I was sitting in the office of the city hall
52 half-asleep in the sun like the big fly on my elbow
53 and now and then she took me down to a meeting of the council
54 and I listened very gravely as if I knew what was happening
55 as if I knew how the funds of a halfass town were being
56 dismantled.
57 later I went to bed and woke up with teethmarks all over
58 me, and I said, Christ, watch it, baby! you might give me
59 cancer! and I'm rewriting the history of the Crimean War!
60 and they all came to her house---
61 all the cowboys, all the cowboys:
62 fat, dull and covered with dust.
63 and we all shook hands.
64 I had on a pair of old bluejeans, and they said
65 oh, you're a writer, eh?
66 and I said: well, some think so.
67 and some still think so ...
68 others, of course, haven't quite wised up yet.
69 two weeks later they
70 ran me out
71 of town.


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Bukowski, Charles:the curtains are waving and people walk through the afternoon
here and in Berlin and in New York City and in Mexico [from Burning in Water
Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I wait on life like a pregnancy, put the stethoscope to
2 the gut
3 but all I hear now is
4 the piano slamming its teeth through areas of my
5 brain
6 (somebody in this neighborhood likes
7 Gershwin which is too bad
8 for
9 me)
10 and the woman sits behind me
11 sits there sits there
12 and keeps lighting cigarettes
13 and now the nurses leave the hospital near here
14 and they wear dresses that are naked in the sun
15 to cheer the dead and the dying and the doctors
16 but it does not help
17 me
18 if I could rip them with moans of delight it
19 would neither add or take away
20 anything



21 now now


22 a horn blows a tired
23 summer like a gladiola given up and leaning against a
24 house and
25 the bottles we have emptied would strangle the
26 sensibilities ... of God



27 now I look up and see my face in the mirror:
28 if I could only kill the man who killed the
29 man



30 more than coffeepots and cheroots have done me
31 in more than myself has done me

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32 in



33 madness comes like a mouse out of the cupboard and
34 they hand me a photograph of the
35 moon



36 the woman behind me has a daughter who falls in love
37 with men in beards and sandals and berets
38 who smoke pipes and carefully comb their hair and
39 play chess and talk continually of the
40 soul and of Art



41 this is good enough: you've got to love
42 something



43 now the landlord waters outside dripping the
44 plants with false rain
45 Gershwin is finished now it sounds like
46 Greig



47 o, it's all so common and hard! impossible!
48 I do wish somebody would go blackberry
49 wild



50 but no
51 I suppose it will be the
52 same: a beer and then another
53 beer and then another
54 beer
55 maybe then a halfpint of
56 scotch
57 three cigars---smoke smoke yes smoke
58 under the electric sun of night
59 hidden here in these walls with this woman and her
60 life while

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61 the police are taking the drunks off the
62 streets



63 I do not know how much longer I can
64 last
65 but I keep thinking
66 ow! my god!
67 the
68 gladiola will straighten hard and
69 full of
70 color like an
71 arrow pointing at the
72 sun
73 Christ will shudder like
74 marmalade
75 my cat will look like Gandhi once
76 looked
77 everything everything
78 even the tiles in the men's room at the
79 Union Station will be
80 true



81 all those mirrors there
82 finally with faces in them



83 roses
84 forests
85 no more policemen
86 no more
87 me.


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Bukowski, Charles:for the mercy-mongers [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 it is justified
2 all dying is justified
3 all killing all death all
4 passing,
5 nothing is in vain
6 not even the neck
7 of a fly,



8 and a flower
9 passes through the armies
10 and like a small boy
11 bragging,
12 lifts up its
13 color.


[Page 153]




IV
Burning In Water Drowning In Flame
Poems 1972-1973


[Page 154]




Epigraph

if you think I have gone crazy
try picking a flower from the garden of your
neighbor

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Bukowski, Charles:now [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I had boils the size of tomatoes
2 all over me
3 they stuck a drill into me
4 down at the county hospital,
5 and
6 just as the sun went down
7 everyday
8 there was a man in a nearby ward
9 he'd start hollering for his friend Joe.
10 JOE! he'd holler, OH JOE! JOE! J O E !
11 COME GET ME, JOE!


12 Joe never came by.
13 I've never heard such mournful
14 sounds.


15 Joe was probably working off a
16 piece of ass or
17 attempting to solve a crossword puzzle.


18 I've always said
19 if you want to find out who your friends are
20 go to a madhouse or
21 jail.


22 and if you want to find out where love is not
23 be a perpetual
24 loser.


25 I was very lucky with my boils
26 being drilled and tortured
27 against the backdrop of the Sierra Madre mountains
28 while that sun went down;
29 when that sun went down I knew what I would do
30 when I finally got that drill in my hands
31 like I have it
32 now.


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Bukowski, Charles:the trash men [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 here they come
2 these guys
3 grey truck
4 radio playing


5 they are in a hurry


6 it's quite exciting:
7 shirt open
8 bellies hanging out


9 they run out the trash bins
10 roll them out to the fork lift
11 and then the truck grinds it upward
12 with far too much sound ...



13 they had to fill out application forms
14 to get these jobs
15 they are paying for homes and
16 drive late model cars


17 they get drunk on Saturday night


18 now in the Los Angeles sunshine
19 they run back and forth with their trash bins


20 all that trash goes somewhere


21 and they shout to each other


22 then they are all up in the truck
23 driving west toward the sea


24 none of them know
25 that I am alive


26 REX DISPOSAL CO.


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Bukowski, Charles:zoo [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the elephants are caked with mud and tired
2 and the rhinos don't move
3 the zebras are stupid dead stems
4 and the lions don't roar
5 the lions don't care
6 the vultures are overfed
7 the crocodiles don't move
8 and there was a strange type of monkey,
9 I forget the name,
10 he was on a shelf up there, this male,
11 he topped the female and worked one off,
12 finished,
13 fell on his back and grinned,
14 and I said to my girlfriend,
15 let's go, at last something's happened.


16 back at my place we talked about it.


17 the zoo is a very sad place, I said,
18 taking my clothes off.


19 only those 2 monkeys seemed happy, she said,
20 getting out of her
21 clothes.


22 did you see that look on the male monkey's face?
23 I asked.


24 you look just like that afterwards, she
25 said.



26 later in the mirror I saw
27 a strange type of monkey. and
28 wondered about the giraffes and the
29 rhinos, and the elephants, especially the
30 elephants.


31 we'll have to go to the zoo
32 again.


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Bukowski, Charles:tv [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 I went to this place to see a movie
2 on tv
3 Alexander the Great,
4 and here come the armies
5 ta ta ta
6 horses, spears, knives, swords, shields,
7 men falling ...
8 then turn to a roller derby---
9 here's a girl strangling another,
10 then back to Alexander---
11 a guy jumps out and assassinates Alex's father,
12 Alex kills the guy, Alex is king,
13 back to the roller derby---
14 a man is down across the track and another man rams his head
15 with his skates---
16 and here come the armies
17 they appear to be fighting in a cave, there's smoke and
18 flame, swords,
19 men falling---
20 the Thunderbirds are behind,
21 one girl dives under another girl's ass,
22 throws her into the rail---
23 Alexander stands there listening to a guy who is holding
24 a glass of wine in his hand, and this boy is really telling
25 Alex wherehow, you know, and he turns his back to walk away
26 and Alex spears him---
27 the Thunderbirds are behind, they send out
28 Big John---
29 ta ta ta, here come the armies
30 they are splashing through water
31 through forests, they are going to get it
32 all
33 ta ta ta---
34 Big John didn't make it,
35 the girls are out again now---
36 Alexander is dying
37 Alexander the Great is dying
38 and they pass by his pallet in the open
39 he is dressed in fancy black garb and looks like
40 Richard Burton
41 the boys have their helmets off as they pass

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42 and there's Alex's love by the pallet, and then
43 Alex begins to go, some men rush up,
44 one asks, Alex, who do you turn the rule over to?
45 who will rule now?
46 they wait.
47 he says, the strongest, and he dies
48 we are shown the clouds, the heavens,
49 way up there, and---
50 the Thunderbirds pull it out
51 in the last 12 seconds, they win it
52 112 to 110,
53 the crowd is consumed with Joy,
54 mercury bleeds into the light,
55 good night, sweet prince,
56 hail Mary,
57 Jesus Christ, what a
58 night.


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Bukowski, Charles:lost [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 no


2 we can't we can't win it


3 I've decided we can't win it


4 just for a while we thought we could
5 but that was just for a while


6 now we know we can't win it


7 we can't stand still and win it
8 or run and win it


9 or do right and win it


10 or do wrong and win it


11 somebody else is going to win it


12 that's why somebody else is there and
13 we are here




14 it is terrible to be defeated
15 in what seems to count


16 it will happen


17 to accept it is impossible


18 to know it is more important
19 than doves or switchbrakes or
20 love.


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Bukowski, Charles:hot [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 she was hot, she was so hot
2 I didn't want anybody else to have her,
3 and if I didn't get home on time
4 she'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that---
5 I'd go mad ...
6 it was foolish I know, childish,
7 but I was caught in it, I was caught.


8 I delivered all the mail
9 and then Henderson put me on the night pickup run
10 in an old army truck,
11 the damn thing began to heat halfway through the run
12 and the night went on
13 me thinking about my hot Miriam
14 and jumping in and out of the truck
15 filling mailsacks
16 the engine continuing to heat up
17 the temperature needle was at the top
18 HOT HOT
19 like Miriam.


20 I leaped in and out
21 3 more pickups and into the station
22 I'd be, my car
23 waiting to get me to Miriam who sat on my blue couch
24 with scotch on the rocks
25 crossing her legs and swinging her ankles
26 like she did,
27 2 more stops ...
28 the truck stalled at a traffic light, it was hell
29 kicking it over
30 again ...
31 I had to be home by 8, 8 was the deadline for Miriam.


32 I made the last pickup and the truck stalled at a signal
33 1/2 block from the station ...
34 it wouldn't start, it couldn't start ...
35 I locked the doors, pulled the key and ran down to the
36 station ...
37 I threw the keys down.... signed out ...
38 your god damned truck is stalled at the signal,

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39 I shouted,
40 Pico and Western ...


41 ... I ran down the hall, put the key into the door,
42 opened it.... her drinking glass was there, and a note:



43 sun of a bitch:
44 I wated until 5 after ate
45 you don't love me
46 you sun of a bitch
47 somebody will love me
48 I been wateing all day


49 Miriam



50 I poured a drink and let the water run into the tub
51 there were 5,000 bars in town
52 and I'd make 25 of them
53 looking for Miriam


54 her purple teddy bear held the note
55 as he leaned against a pillow


56 I gave the bear a drink, myself a drink
57 and got into the hot
58 water.


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Bukowski, Charles:love [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems
1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 love, he said, gas
2 kiss me off
3 kiss my lips
4 kiss my hair
5 my fingers
6 my eyes my brain
7 make me forget


8 love, he said, gas
9 he had a room on the 3rd floor,
10 rejected by a dozen women
11 35 editors
12 and half a dozen hiring agencies,
13 now I'm not saying he was any
14 good


15 he turned on all the jets
16 without lighting them
17 and went to bed


18 some hours later a guy on his
19 way to room 309
20 lit a cigar in the
21 hall


22 and a sofa flew out the window
23 one wall shivered down like wet sand
24 a purple flame waved 40 feet high in the air


25 the guy in bed
26 didn't know or care
27 but I'd have to say
28 he was pretty good
29 that day.


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Bukowski, Charles:burn and burn and burn [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I used to know a dutchman in a Philly bar
2 he'd take 3 raw eggs in his beer,
3 71, still
4 working,
5 strong,
6 and there I sat down from him
7 4 or 5 barstools away
8 in my 20's
9 frightened
10 suicidal
11 unloved.
12 well, you know, sorrows beget
13 sorrows
14 burn and burn and burn and burn,
15 then something else takes
16 place.
17 I'm not saying it's as good
18 but it's certainly
19 more comfortable,
20 and often nights now
21 I think of that old dutchman---
22 I can look back on almost
23 a lifetime---


24 yet still remember him there
25 my master, then and
26 now.


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Bukowski, Charles:the way [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 murdered in the alleys of the land
2 frost-bitten against flagpoles
3 pawned by females


4 educated in the dark for the dark


5 vomiting into plugged toilets
6 in rented rooms full of roaches and mice


7 no wonder we seldom sing
8 day or noon or night


9 the useless wars
10 the useless years
11 the useless loves


12 and they ask us,
13 why do you drink so much?


14 well, I suppose the days were made
15 to be wasted
16 the years and the loves were made
17 to be wasted.


18 we can't cry, and it helps to laugh---
19 it's like letting out
20 dreams, ideals,
21 poisons


22 don't ask us to sing,
23 laughing is singing to us,
24 you see, it was a terrible joke


25 Christ should have laughed on the cross,
26 it would have petrified his killers


27 now there are more killers than ever
28 and I write poems for them.


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Bukowski, Charles:out of the arms ... [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 out of the arms of one love
2 and into the arms of another


3 I have been saved from dying on the cross
4 by a lady who smokes pot
5 writes songs and stories,
6 and is much kinder than the last,
7 much much kinder,
8 and the sex is just as good or better.


9 it isn't pleasant to be put on the cross and left there,
10 it is much more pleasant to forget a love which didn't
11 work
12 as all love
13 finally
14 doesn't work ...


15 it is much more pleasant to make love
16 along the shore in Del Mar
17 in room 42, and afterwards
18 sitting up in bed
19 drinking good wine, talking and touching
20 smoking


21 listening to the waves ...


22 I have died too many times
23 believing and waiting, waiting
24 in a room
25 staring at a cracked ceiling
26 waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound ...
27 going wild inside
28 while she danced with strangers in nightclubs ...


29 out of the arms of one love
30 and into the arms of another


31 it's not pleasant to die on the cross,
32 it's much more pleasant to hear your name whispered in
33 the dark.


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Bukowski, Charles:death of an idiot [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 he spoke to mice and sparrows
2 and his hair was white at the age of 16.
3 his father beat him every day and his mother
4 lit candles in the church.
5 his grandmother came while the boy slept
6 and prayed for the devil to let loose his hold upon
7 him
8 while his mother listened and cried over the
9 bible.


10 he didn't seem to notice young girls
11 he didn't seem to notice the games boys played
12 there wasn't much he seemed to notice
13 he just didn't seem interested.


14 he had a very large, ugly mouth and the teeth
15 stuck out
16 and his eyes were small and lusterless.
17 his shoulders were slumped and his back was bent
18 like an old man's.


19 he lived in our neighborhood.
20 we talked about him when we got bored and then
21 went on to more interesting things.
22 he seldom left his house. we would have liked to
23 torture him
24 but his father
25 who was a huge and terrible man
26 tortured him for
27 us.


28 one day the boy died. at 17 he was still a
29 boy. a death in a small neighborhood is noted with
30 alacrity, and then forgotten 3 or 4 days
31 later.


32 but the death of this boy seemed to stay with us
33 all. we kept talking about it
34 in our boy-men's voices
35 at 6 p.m. just before dark
36 just before dinner.

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37 and whenever I drive through that neighborhood now
38 decades later
39 I still think of his death
40 while having forgotten all the other deaths
41 and everything else that happened
42 then.


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Bukowski, Charles:tonalities [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the soldiers march without guns
2 the graves are empty
3 peacocks glide in the rain


4 down stairways march great men smiling


5 there is food enough and rent enough and
6 time enough


7 our women will not grow old


8 I will not grow old


9 bums wear diamonds on their fingers


10 Hitler shakes hands with a Jew


11 the sky smells of roasted flesh


12 I am a burning curtain


13 I am steaming water


14 I am a snake I am an edge of glass that cuts
15 I am blood


16 I am this fiery snail
17 crawling home.


[Page 170]





Bukowski, Charles:hey, dolly [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 she left me 5 weeks ago and went to Utah.
2 that is, I think she left.
3 the other day I went out to mail her a letter
4 and I saw her sitting on the bus stop bench,
5 it was her hair there
6 from behind
7 and all the pounding started in me again
8 I walked up quickly and looked at the face---
9 it was somebody else. freckles, pugnose, greeneyes,
10 nothing, nothing.


11 then I was on Western Avenue going from bar to bar
12 and I saw her in front of me again.
13 I saw those tight pants, I knew that ass,
14 and there was the hair again,
15 and the way she walked,
16 I walked faster to catch her,
17 I got even with her and saw her face---
18 an Indian's nose, blue eyes, a mouth like a frog---
19 nothing, nothing, nothing.


20 then there was a girl in a bar playing piano.
21 it wasn't her but when the hair fell in a certain way,
22 for a moment, it was. and the hair was the same length
23 and the lips were similar but not the same, and
24 she saw me looking while she was singing, I was drunk,
25 of course, it helped the delusion, and she
26 said, is there anything special you want to hear?
27 Dolly, I said, and she sang---


28 Hey, Dolly ...


29 just now I looked up and she was across the street.
30 she walked out of the apartment across the street
31 with a young blond man and she stood there in sun glasses,
32 and I thought, what's she doing across the street in
33 sun glasses, and she smiled at me through the window
34 but she didn't wave and then she got in the car with the
35 young man, it was a new car, small and red, expensive,
36 and they drove away toward the west. I'm sure it was
37 her, this time.


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Bukowski, Charles:a poorly night [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 you came out, she said,
2 and then you kicked this guy's car
3 and then you threw yourself into a bush
4 you crushed the whole
5 bush,
6 I don't know what your agony is all
7 about
8 but don't you think you should see a shrink?
9 I've got an awful good shrink, you'd
10 like him.


11 answer me, she said,
12 I get worried about the police when you
13 act like that, I'm very paranoid about the
14 police.


15 answer me, she said, why do you
16 act like that?


17 listen, she said, do you want me to
18 leave?



19 after she left I picked up a chair and
20 threw it out the window. there was much
21 glass and the screen was broken
22 too.


23 how many dead beasts float and walk from Wales to
24 Los Angeles?


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Bukowski, Charles:looking for a job [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 it was Philly and the bartender said
2 what and I said, gimme a draft, Jim,
3 got to get the nerves straight, I'm
4 going to look for a job. you, he said,
5 a job?
6 yeah, Jim, I saw something in the paper,
7 no experience necessary.
8 and he said, hell, you don't want a job,
9 and I said, hell no, but I need money,
10 and I finished the beer
11 and got on the bus and I watched the numbers
12 and soon the numbers got closer
13 and then I was right there
14 and I pulled the cord and the bus stopped and
15 I got off.
16 it was a large building made of tin
17 the sliding door was stuck in the dirt
18 I pulled it back and went in
19 and there wasn't any floor, just more ground,
20 lumpy, wet, and it stank
21 and there were sounds like things being sawed in half
22 and things drilled and it was dark
23 and men walked on girders overhead
24 and men pushed trucks across the ground
25 and men sat at machines doing things
26 and there were shots of lightning and thunder
27 and suddenly a bucket full of flame came swinging at
28 my head, it roared and boiled with flame
29 it hung from a loose chain and it came right at me
30 and somebody hollered, HEY, LOOK OUT!
31 and I just ducked under the bucket
32 feeling the heat go over me,
33 and somebody asked,
34 WHAT DO YOU WANT?
35 and I said, WHERE IS YOUR NEAREST CRAPPER?
36 and I was told
37 and I went inside
38 then came out and saw silhouettes of men
39 moving through flame and sound and
40 I walked to the door, got outside, and
41 took the bus back to the bar and sat down

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42 and ordered another draft, and Jim asked,
43 what happened? I said, they didn't want me, Jim.
44 then this whore came in and sat down and everybody
45 looked at her, she looked fine, and I remember it
46 was the first time in my life I almost wished I had a
47 vagina and clit instead of what I had, but in 2 or 3 days
48 I got over that and I was reading the
49 want ads again.


[Page 174]





Bukowski, Charles:the 8 count [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 this one
2 always arrives at the wrong time


3 a basically good sort
4 I suppose
5 an honest man


6 but he doesn't take the 8 count
7 well


8 we're all beaten
9 but somehow
10 it's the manner in which he takes the count


11 after a visit from him
12 I am sickened for 3 or 4 days


13 I give him board and shelter and sometimes
14 money


15 but how he snarls and bitches
16 sucking at my cans of beer


17 if he expects deliverance in return for what he gives
18 he isn't going to get deliverance
19 because he doesn't give anything


20 no light
21 no love
22 no laughter no learning
23 nothing to
24 remember


25 the way of this one sickens me
26 he brings me sorrow when I have sorrow
27 he brings me madness when I have madness


28 I am a selfish man


29 over his last sweaty handshake
30 I told him I could carry him no longer

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31 now when my soul has to puke
32 it will puke of its own
33 volition
34 and not from a
35 knock upon the
36 door.


[Page 176]





Bukowski, Charles:dogfight [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 he's a runt
2 he snarls and scratches
3 chases cars
4 groans in his sleep
5 and has a perfect star above each eyebrow


6 we hear it outside:
7 he's ripping the shit out of something out there
8 5 times his
9 size


10 it's the professor's dog from across the street
11 that educated expensive bluebook dog
12 o, we're all in trouble


13 I pull them apart
14 and we run inside with the runt
15 bolt the door
16 flick out the lights
17 and see them crossing the street
18 immaculate and concerned


19 it looks like 7 or 8 people
20 coming to get their
21 dog


22 that big bag of jelly with hair
23 he ought to know better than to cross
24 the railroad tracks.


[Page 177]





Bukowski, Charles:letters [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 she sits on the floor
2 going through a cardboard box
3 reading me love letters I have written her
4 while her 4 year old daughter lies on the floor
5 wrapped in a pink blanket and
6 three-quarters asleep


7 we have gotten together after a split
8 I sit in her house on a
9 Sunday night


10 the cars go up and down the hill outside
11 when we sleep together tonight
12 we will hear the crickets


13 where are the fools who don't live as
14 well as I?


15 I love her walls
16 I love her children
17 I love her dog


18 we will listen to the crickets
19 my arm curled about her hip
20 my fingers against her belly


21 one night like this beats life,
22 the overflow takes care of death


23 I like my love letters
24 they are true


25 ah, she has such a beautiful ass!
26 ah, she has such a beautiful soul!


[Page 178]





Bukowski, Charles:yes yes [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 when God created love He didn't help most
2 when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
3 when God created plants that was average
4 when God created hate we had a standard utility
5 when God created me He created me
6 when God created the monkey He was asleep
7 when He created the giraffe He was drunk
8 when He created narcotics He was high
9 and when He created suicide He was low


10 when He created you lying in bed
11 He knew what He was doing
12 He was drunk and He was high
13 and He created the mountains and the sea and fire
14 at the same time


15 He made some mistakes
16 but when He created you lying in bed
17 He came all over His Blessed Universe.


[Page 179]





Bukowski, Charles:eddie and eve [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 you know
2 I sat on the same barstool in Philadelphia for
3 5 years


4 I drank canned heat and the cheapest wine
5 I was beaten in alleys by well-fed truck drivers
6 for the amusement of the
7 ladies and gentlemen of the night


8 I won't tell you of my life as a child
9 it's too sickening
10 unreal


11 but what I mean
12 I finally went to see my friend Eddie
13 after 30 years


14 he was still in the same house
15 with the same wife


16 you guessed it:
17 he looked worse than I did


18 he couldn't get out of his chair


19 a cane
20 arthritis


21 what hair he had was
22 white


23 my god, Eddie, I said.


24 I know, he said, I've had it, I
25 can't breathe.


26 then his wife came out. the once slim
27 Eve I used to flirt with.


28 210 pounds
29 squinting at me.

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30 my god, Eve, I said.
31 I know, she said.


32 we got drunk together. it was several hours later
33 Eddie said to me,
34 take her to bed, do her some good,
35 I can't do her any good any
36 more.


37 Eve giggled.


38 I can't Eddie, I said, you're my
39 buddy.


40 we drank some more.
41 endless quarts of
42 beer.


43 Eddie began to vomit.
44 Eve brought him a dishpan
45 and he vomited into the
46 dishpan
47 telling me between spasms
48 that we were men
49 real men
50 we knew what it was all about
51 by god
52 these young punks
53 didn't have it.


54 we carried him to bed
55 undressed him
56 and he was soon out,
57 snoring.


58 I said goodbye to Eve.
59 I got out and got into my car
60 and sat there staring at the house.
61 then I drove off.
62 it was all I had left to do.


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Bukowski, Charles:the fisherman [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every day
2 with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, and
3 there's one can of beer
4 which he floats in the baitbucket.
5 he fishes for hours with a small trout pole
6 three-quarters of the way down the pier.
7 he's 75 years old and the sun doesn't tan him,
8 and no matter how hot it gets
9 the brown and green lumberjack stays on.
10 he catches starfish, baby sharks, and mackerel;
11 he catches them by the dozen,
12 speaks to nobody.
13 sometime during the day
14 he drinks his can of beer.
15 at 6 p.m. he gathers his gear and his catch
16 walks down the pier
17 across several streets
18 where he enters a small Santa Monica apartment
19 goes to the bedroom and opens the evening paper
20 as his wife throws the starfish, the sharks, the mackerel
21 into the garbage


22 he lights his pipe
23 and waits for dinner.


[Page 182]





Bukowski, Charles:warm asses [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 this Friday night
2 the Mexican girls at the Catholic carnival
3 look especially good
4 their husbands are in the bars
5 and the Mexican girls look young
6 hawk-nosed with cruel strong eyes,
7 asses warm in tight bluejeans
8 they have been taken somehow,
9 their husbands are tired of those warm asses
10 and the young Mexican girls walk with their children,
11 there is real sorrow in their cruel strong eyes,
12 as they remember nights when their handsome men---
13 not now any longer handsome---
14 said such beautiful things to them
15 beautiful things they will never hear again,
16 and under the moon and in the flashing of the
17 carnival lights
18 I see it all and I stand quietly and mourn for them.
19 they see me looking---
20 the old goat is looking at us
21 he's looking at our eyes;
22 they smile at each other, talk, walk off together,
23 laugh, look at me over their shoulders.
24 I walk over to a booth
25 put a dime on number eleven and win a chocolate cake
26 with 13 colored suckers stuck in the
27 top.
28 that's fair enough for an ex-Catholic
29 and an admirer of warm and young and
30 no-longer used
31 mournful Mexican asses.


[Page 183]





Bukowski, Charles:what's the use of a title? [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 they don't make it
2 the beautiful die in flame---
3 suicide pills, rat poison, rope, what-
4 ever ...
5 they rip their arms off,
6 throw themselves out of windows,
7 they pull their eyes from the sockets,
8 reject love
9 reject hate
10 reject, reject.


11 they don't make it
12 the beautiful can't endure,
13 they are the butterflies
14 they are the doves
15 they are the sparrows,
16 they don't make it.


17 one tall shot of flame
18 while the old men play checkers in the park
19 one flame, one good flame
20 while the old men play checkers in the park
21 in the sun.


22 the beautiful are found at the edge of a room
23 crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
24 and we can never understand why they
25 left, they were so
26 beautiful.


27 they don't make it,
28 the beautiful die young
29 and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.


30 lovely and brilliant: life and suicide and death
31 as the old men play checkers in the sun
32 in the park.


[Page 184]





Bukowski, Charles:the tigress [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 terrible arguments.
2 and, at last, lying peacefully
3 on her large bed
4 which is
5 spread in red with cool patterns of flowers,
6 my head and belly down
7 head sideways
8 sprayed by shaded light
9 as she bathes quietly in the
10 other room,
11 it is all beyond me,
12 as most things are,
13 I listen to classical music on the small radio,
14 she bathes, I hear the splashing of water.


[Page 185]





Bukowski, Charles:the catch [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 crud, he said,
2 hauling it out of the water,
3 what is it?


4 a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said.


5 no, said a guy standing by us on the pier,
6 it's a Billow-Wind Sand-Groper.


7 a guy walking by said,
8 it's a Fandango Escadrille without stripes.


9 we took the hook out and the thing stood up and
10 farted. it was grey and covered with hair
11 and fat and it stank like old socks.


12 it began to walk down the pier and we followed it.
13 it ate a hot dog and bun right out of the hands of
14 a little girl. then it leaped on the merry-go-round
15 and rode a pinto. it fell off near the end and
16 rolled in the sawdust.


17 we picked it up.


18 grop, it said, grop.


19 then it walked back out on the pier.
20 a large crowd followed us as we walked along.


21 it's a publicity stunt, said somebody,
22 it's a man in a rubber suit.


23 then as it was walking along it began to breathe
24 very heavily. it fell on its
25 back and began to thrash.


26 somebody poured a cup of beer over its head.


27 grop, it went, grop.


28 then it was dead.

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29 we rolled it to the edge of the pier and pushed it
30 back into the water. we watched it sink and vanish.


31 it was a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said.


32 no, said the other guy, it was a Billow-Wind Sand-Groper.


33 no, said the other expert, it was a Fandango Escadrille
34 without stripes.


35 then we all went our way on a mid-afternoon in August.


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Bukowski, Charles:wax job [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 man, he said, sitting on the steps
2 your car sure needs a wash and wax job
3 I can do it for you for 5 bucks,
4 I got the wax, I got the rags, I got everything
5 I need.


6 I gave him the 5 and went upstairs.
7 when I came down 4 hours later
8 he was sitting on the steps drunk
9 and offered me a can of beer.
10 he said he'd get the car the next
11 day.


12 the next day he got drunk again and
13 I loaned him a dollar for a bottle of
14 wine. his name was Mike
15 a world war II veteran.
16 his wife worked as a nurse.


17 the next day I came down and he was sitting
18 on the steps and he said,
19 you know, I been sitting here looking at your car,
20 wondering just how I was gonna do it,
21 I wanna do it real good.


22 the next day Mike said it looked like rain
23 and it sure as hell wouldn't make any sense
24 to wash and wax a car when it was gonna rain.


25 the next day it looked like rain again.
26 and the next.
27 then I didn't see him anymore.
28 a week later I saw his wife and she said,
29 they took Mike to the hospital,
30 he's all swelled-up, they say it's from the
31 drinking.


32 listen, I told her, he said he was going to wax my
33 car, I gave him 5 dollars to wax my
34 car.

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35 he's in the critical ward, she said,
36 he might die ...



37 I was sitting in their kitchen
38 drinking with his wife
39 when the phone rang.
40 she handed the phone to me.
41 it was Mike. listen, he said, come on down and
42 get me, I can't stand this
43 place.


44 I drove on down there, walked into the
45 hospital, walked up to his bed and
46 said, let's go Mike.


47 they wouldn't give him his clothes
48 so Mike walked to the elevator in his
49 gown.


50 we got on and there was a kid driving the
51 elevator and eating a popsicle.
52 nobody's allowed to leave here in a gown,
53 he said.


54 you just drive this thing, kid, I said,
55 we'll worry about the gown.


56 Mike was all puffed-up, triple size
57 but I got him into the car somehow
58 and gave him a cigarette.


59 I stopped at the liquor store for 2 six packs
60 then went on in. I drank with Mike and his wife until
61 11 p.m.
62 then went upstairs ...



63 where's Mike? I asked his wife 3 days later,
64 you know he said he was going to wax my car.

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65 Mike died, she said, he's gone.


66 you mean he died? I asked.


67 yes, he died, she said.


68 I'm sorry, I said, I'm very sorry


69 it rained for a week after that and I figured the only
70 way I'd get the 5 back was to go to bed with his wife
71 but you know
72 she moved out 2 weeks later



73 an old guy with white hair moved in there
74 and he had one blind eye and played the French Horn.
75 there was no way I could make it with
76 him.


[Page 190]





Bukowski, Charles:some people [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 some people never go crazy.
2 me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
3 for 3 or 4 days.
4 they'll find me there.
5 it's Cherub, they'll say, and
6 they pour wine down my throat
7 rub my chest
8 sprinkle me with oils.


9 then, I'll rise with a roar,
10 rant, rage---
11 curse them and the universe
12 as I send them scattering over the
13 lawn.
14 I'll feel much better,
15 sit down to toast and eggs,
16 hum a little tune,
17 suddenly become as lovable as a
18 pink
19 overfed whale.


20 some people never go crazy.
21 what truly horrible lives
22 they must lead.


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Bukowski, Charles:father, who art in heaven--- [from Burning in Water Drowning
in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 my father was a practical man.
2 he had an idea.
3 you see, my son, he said,
4 I can pay for this house in my lifetime,
5 then it's mine.
6 when I die I pass it on to you.
7 now in your lifetime you can acquire a house
8 and then you'll have two houses
9 and you'll pass those two houses on to your
10 son, and in his lifetime he acquires a house,
11 then when he dies, his son---


12 I get it, I said.


13 my father died while trying to drink a
14 glass of water. I buried him.
15 solid mahogany casket. after the funeral
16 I went to the racetrack, met a high yellow.
17 after the races we went to her apartment
18 for dinner and goodies.


19 I sold his house after about a month.
20 I sold his car and his furniture
21 and gave away all his paintings except one
22 and all his fruit jars
23 (filled with fruit boiled in the heat of summer)
24 and put his dog in the pound.
25 I dated his girlfriend twice
26 but getting nowhere
27 I gave it up.


28 I gambled and drank away the money.


29 now I live in a cheap front court in Hollywood
30 and take out the garbage to
31 hold down the rent.


32 my father was a practical man.
33 he choked on that glass of water
34 and saved on hospital
35 bills.


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Bukowski, Charles:nerves [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 twitching in the sheets---
2 to face the sunlight again,
3 that's clearly
4 trouble.
5 I like the city better when the
6 neon lights are going and
7 the nudies dance on top of the
8 bar
9 to the mauling music.


10 I'm under this sheet
11 thinking.
12 my nerves are hampered by
13 history---
14 the most memorable concern of mankind
15 is the guts it takes to
16 face the sunlight again.


17 love begins at the meeting of two
18 strangers. love for the world is
19 impossible. I'd rather stay in bed
20 and sleep.


21 dizzied by the days and the streets and the years
22 I pull the sheets to my neck.
23 I turn my ass to the wall.
24 I hate the mornings more than
25 any man.


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Bukowski, Charles:the rent's high too [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 there are beasts in the salt shaker
2 and airdromes in the coffeepot.
3 my mother's hand is in the bag drawer
4 and from the backs of spoons come
5 the cries of tiny tortured animals.


6 in the closet stands a murdered man
7 wearing a new green necktie
8 and under the floor,
9 there's a suffocating angel with flaring nostrils.


10 it's hard to live here.
11 it's very hard to live here.


12 at night the shadows are unborn creatures.
13 beneath the bed
14 spiders kill tiny white ideas.


15 the nights are bad
16 the nights are very bad
17 I drink myself to sleep
18 I have to drink myself to sleep.


19 in the morning
20 over breakfast
21 I see them roll the dead down the street
22 (I never read about this in the newspapers).


23 and there are eagles everywhere
24 sitting on the roof, on the lawn, inside my car.
25 the eagles are eyeless and smell of sulphur.
26 it is very discouraging.


27 people visit me
28 sit in chairs across from me
29 and I see them crawling with vermin---
30 green and gold and yellow bugs
31 they do not brush away.


32 I have been living here too long.
33 soon I must go to Omaha.

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34 they say that everything is jade there
35 and does not move.
36 they say you can stitch designs in the water
37 and sleep high in olive trees.
38 I wonder if this is
39 true?


40 I can't live here much longer.


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Bukowski, Charles:laugh literary [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 listen, man, don't tell me about the poems you
2 sent, we didn't receive them,
3 we are very careful with manuscripts
4 we bake them
5 burn them
6 laugh at them
7 vomit on them
8 pour beer over them
9 but generally we return
10 them
11 they are
12 so
13 inane.
14 ah, we believe in Art,
15 we need it
16 surely,
17 but, you know, there are many people
18 (most people)
19 playing and fornicating with the
20 Arts
21 who only crowd the stage
22 with their generous unforgiving
23 vigorous
24 mediocrity.


25 our subscription rates are $4 a year.
26 please read our magazine before
27 submitting.


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Bukowski, Charles:deathbed blues [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 if you can't stand the heat, he says, get out of the
2 kitchen. you know who said that?
3 Harry Truman.


4 I'm not in the kitchen, I say, I'm in the
5 oven.


6 my editor is a difficult man.
7 I sometimes phone him in moments of doubt.


8 look, he answers, you'll be lighting cigars with ten dollar
9 bills, you'll have a redhead on one arm and a blonde
10 on the other.


11 other times he'll say, look, I think I'm going to hire
12 V.K. as my associate editor. we've got to prune off
13 5 poets here somewhere. I'm going to leave it up
14 to him. (V.K. is a very imaginative poet who believes I've
15 knifed him from N.Y.C. to the shores of Hawaii.)


16 look, kid, I phone my editor, can you speak German?
17 no, he says.
18 well, anyhow, I say, I need some good new tires, cheap.
19 so you know where I can get some good new tires, cheap?
20 I'll phone you in 30 minutes, he says, will you be in
21 in 30 minutes?
22 I can't afford to go anywhere, I say.
23 he says, they say you were drunk at that reading
24 in Oregon.
25 ugly gossips, I answer.


26 were you?


27 I don't
28 remember.


29 one day he phones me:
30 you're not hitting the ball anymore. you are hitting the
31 bottle and fighting with all these
32 women. you know we got a good kid on the bench,
33 he's aching to get in there

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34 he hits from both sides of the plate
35 he can catch anything that ain't hit over the wall
36 he's coached by Duncan, Creeley, Wakoski
37 and he can rhyme, he knows
38 images, similes, metaphors, figures, conceits,
39 assonance, alliteration, metrics, yes
40 metrics like, you know---
41 iambic, trochaic, anapestic, spondaic,
42 he knows caesura, denotation, connotation, personification,
43 diction, voice, paradox, rhetoric, tone and
44 coalescence ...


45 holy shit, I say, hang up and take a good hit of
46 Old Grandad. Harry's still alive
47 according to the papers. but I decide rather than
48 getting new tires to get
49 a set of retreads instead.


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Bukowski, Charles:charles [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 92 years old
2 his tooth has been bothering him
3 had to get it filled


4 he lost his left eye 40 years
5 ago


6 ---a butcher, he says, he just wanted to
7 operate to get the money. I found out
8 later it coulda been
9 saved.


10 ---I take the eye out at night, he says,
11 it hurts. they never did get it right.


12 ---which eye is it, Charles?


13 ---this one here, he points,
14 then excuses himself. he has to get up and
15 go into the
16 kitchen. he's baking cookies in the oven.


17 he comes out soon with a
18 plate.


19 ---try some.


20 I do. they're
21 good.


22 ---want some coffee? he asks.


23 ---no, thanks, Charles, I haven't been sleeping
24 nights.


25 he got married at 70 to a woman
26 58. 22 years ago. she's in a rest home now.


27 ---she's getting better, he says, she recognizes me.
28 they let her get up to go to the bathroom.

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29 ---that's fine, Charles.


30 ---I can't stand her damned daughter, though, they think
31 I'm after her money.


32 ---is there anything I can do for you, Charles? need
33 anything from the store, anything like
34 that?


35 ---no, I just went shopping this morning.



36 his back is as straight as the wall and he has the
37 tiniest pot
38 belly. as he talks he
39 keeps his one eye on the tv set.


40 ---I'm going now, Charles, you got my phone number?


41 ---yeh.


42 ---how are the girls treating you, Charles?


43 ---my friend, I haven't thought about girls for some
44 years now.


45 ---goodnight, Charles.


46 ---goodnight.



47 I go to the door
48 open it
49 close it


50 outside
51 the smell of freshly-baked cookies
52 follows me.


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Bukowski, Charles:on the circuit [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 it was up in San Francisco
2 after my poetry reading.
3 it had been a nice crowd
4 I had gotten my money
5 I had this place upstairs
6 there was some drinking
7 and this guy started beating up on a fag
8 I tried to stop him
9 and the guy broke a window
10 deliberately.
11 I told them all to
12 get out
13 and she started hollering down to the guy
14 who had beat on the fag
15 and he kept calling her name back up
16 and then I remembered she had vanished for an hour
17 before the reading.
18 she did those things.
19 maybe not bad things
20 but consistently careless things
21 and I told her we were through
22 and to get out
23 and I went to bed
24 then hours later she walked in
25 and I said, what the hell are you doing here?
26 she was all wild, hair down in her face,
27 you're too callous, I said, I don't want you.
28 it was dark and she leaped at me:
29 I'll kill you, I'll kill you!
30 I was still too drunk to defend myself
31 and she had me down on the kitchen floor
32 and she clawed my face and
33 bit a hole in my arm.


34 then I went back to bed and listened to her heels
35 going down the hill.


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Bukowski, Charles:my friend, andre [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 this kid used to teach at Kansas U.
2 then they moved him out
3 he went to a bean factory
4 then he and his wife moved to the coast
5 she got a job and worked while
6 he looked for a job as an actor.
7 I really want to be an actor, he told me,
8 that's all I want to be.
9 he came by with his wife.
10 he came by alone.
11 the streets around here are full of guys who
12 want to be actors.
13 I saw him yesterday.
14 he was rolling cigarettes.
15 I poured him some white wine.
16 my wife is getting tired of waiting, he said,
17 I'm going to teach karate.
18 his hands were swollen from hitting
19 bricks and walls and doors.
20 he told me about some of the great oriental
21 fighters. there was one guy so good
22 he could turn his head 180 degrees
23 to see who was behind him. that's very hard to do,
24 he said.
25 further: it's more difficult to fight 4 men properly placed
26 than to fight many more. when you have many more
27 they get in each other's way, and a good fighter who has
28 strength and agility can do well.
29 some of the great fighters, he said,
30 even suck their balls up into their bodies.
31 this can be done---to some extent---because there are
32 natural cavities in the body.... if you stand upsidedown
33 you will notice this.


34 I gave him a little more white wine,
35 then he left.
36 you know, sometimes making it with a typewriter
37 isn't so painful
38 after all.


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Bukowski, Charles:i was glad [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan
2 Friday afternoon hungover
3 I didn't have a job


4 I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan
5 I didn't know how to play a guitar
6 Friday afternoon hungover


7 Friday afternoon hungover
8 across the street from Norm's
9 across the street from The Red Fez


10 I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan
11 split with my girlfriend and blue and demented
12 I was glad to have my passbook and stand in line


13 I watched the buses run up Vermont
14 I was too crazy to get a job as a driver of buses
15 and I didn't even look at the young girls


16 I got dizzy standing in line but I
17 just kept thinking I have money in this building
18 Friday afternoon hungover


19 I didn't know how to play the piano
20 or even hustle a damnfool job in a carwash
21 I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan


22 finally I was at the window
23 it was my Japanese girl
24 she smiled at me as if I were some amazing god


25 back again, eh? she said and laughed
26 as I showed her my withdrawal slip and my passbook
27 as the buses ran up and down Vermont


28 the camels trotted across the Sahara
29 she gave me the money and I took the money
30 Friday afternoon hungover


31 I walked into the market and got a cart

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32 and I threw sausages and eggs and bacon and bread in there
33 I threw beer and salami and relish and pickles and mustard in there


34 I looked at the young housewives wiggling casually
35 I threw t-bone steaks and porterhouse and cube steaks in my cart
36 and tomatoes and cucumbers and oranges in my cart


37 Friday afternoon hungover
38 split with my girlfriend and blue and demented
39 I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan.


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Bukowski, Charles:trouble with spain [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I got in the shower
2 and burned my balls
3 last Wednesday.


4 met this painter called Spain,
5 no, he was a cartoonist,
6 well, I met him at a party
7 and everybody got mad at me
8 because I didn't know who he was
9 or what he did.


10 he was rather a handsome guy
11 and I guess he was jealous because
12 I was so ugly.
13 they told me his name
14 and he was leaning against the wall
15 looking handsome, and I said:
16 hey, Spain, I like that name: Spain.
17 but I don't like you. why don't we step out
18 in the garden and I'll kick the shit out of your
19 ass?


20 this made the hostess angry
21 and she walked over and rubbed his pecker
22 while I went to the crapper
23 and heaved.


24 but everybody's angry at me.
25 Bukowski, he can't write, he's had it.
26 washed-up. look at him drink.
27 he never used to come to parties.
28 now he comes to parties and drinks everything
29 up and insults real talent.
30 I used to admire him when he cut his wrists
31 and when he tried to kill himself with
32 gas. look at him now leering at that 19 year old
33 girl, and you know he
34 can't get it up.


35 I not only burnt my balls in that shower
36 last Wednesday, I spun around to get out of the burning

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37 water and burnt my bunghole
38 too.


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Bukowski, Charles:wet night [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the rag.
2 she sat there, glooming.
3 I couldn't do anything with her.
4 it was raining.
5 she got up and left.
6 well, hell, here it is again, I thought
7 I picked up my drink and turned the radio up,
8 took the lampshade off the lamp
9 and smoked a cheap black bitter cigar
10 imported from Germany.
11 there was a knock on the door
12 and I opened the door
13 a little man stood in the rain
14 and he said,
15 have you seen a pigeon on your porch?
16 I told him I hadn't seen a pigeon on my porch
17 and he said if I saw a pigeon on my porch
18 to let him know.
19 I closed the door
20 sat down
21 and then a black cat leaped through the
22 window and jumped on my
23 lap and purred, it was a beautiful animal
24 and I took it into the kitchen and we both ate a
25 slice of ham.
26 then I turned off all the lights
27 and went to bed
28 and that black cat went to bed with me
29 and it purred
30 and I thought, well, somebody likes me,
31 then the cat started pissing,
32 it pissed all over me and all over the sheets,
33 the piss rolled across my belly and slid down my sides
34 and I said: hey, what's wrong with you?
35 I picked up the cat and walked him to the door
36 and threw him out into the rain
37 and I thought, that's very strange, that cat
38 pissing on me
39 his piss was cold as the rain.
40 then I phoned her
41 and I said, look, what's wrong with you? have you lost

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42 your god damned mind?
43 I hung up and pulled the sheets off the bed
44 and got in and lay there listening to the rain.
45 sometimes a man doesn't know what to do about things
46 and sometimes it's best to lie very still
47 and try not to think at all
48 about anything.


49 that cat belonged to somebody
50 it had a flea collar.
51 I don't know about the
52 woman.


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Bukowski, Charles:we, the artists--- [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 in San Francisco the landlady, 80, helped me drag the green
2 Victrola up the stairway and I played Beethoven's 5th
3 until they beat on the walls.
4 there was a large bucket in the center of the room
5 filled with beer and winebottles;
6 so, it might have been the d.t.'s, one afternoon
7 I heard a sound something like a bell
8 only the bell was humming instead of ringing,
9 and then a golden light appeared in the corner of the room
10 up near the ceiling
11 and through the sound and light
12 shone the face of a woman, worn but beautiful,
13 and she looked down at me
14 and then a man's face appeared by hers,
15 the light became stronger and the man said:
16 we, the artists, are proud of you!
17 then the woman said: the poor boy is frightened,
18 and I was, and then it went away.
19 I got up, dressed, and went to the bar
20 wondering who the artists were and why they should be
21 proud of me. there were some live ones in the bar
22 and I got some free drinks, set my pants on fire with the
23 ashes from my corncob pipe, broke a glass deliberately,
24 was not rousted, met a man who claimed he was William
25 Saroyan, and we drank until a woman came in and
26 pulled him out by the ear and I thought, no, that can't be
27 William, and another guy came in and said: man, you talk
28 tough, well, listen, I just got out for assault and
29 battery, so don't mess with me! we went outside the
30 bar, he was a good boy, he knew how to duke, and it went
31 along fairly even, then they stopped it and we went
32 back in and drank another couple of hours. I walked
33 back up to my place, put on Beethoven's 5th and
34 when they beat on the walls I beat
35 back.


36 I keep thinking of myself young, then, the way I was,
37 and I can hardly believe it but I don't mind it.
38 I hope the artists are still proud of me
39 but they never came back
40 again.

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41 the war came running in and next I knew
42 I was in New Orleans
43 walking into a bar drunk
44 after falling down in the mud on a rainy night.
45 I saw one man stab another and I walked over and
46 put a nickle in the juke box.
47 it was a beginning. San
48 Francisco and New Orleans were two of my
49 favorite towns.


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Bukowski, Charles:i can't stay in the same room with that woman for five minutes
[from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black
Sparrow Press]

1 I went over the other day
2 to pick up my daughter.
3 her mother came out with workman's
4 overalls on.
5 I gave her the child support money
6 and she laid a sheaf of poems on me by one
7 Manfred Anderson.
8 I read them.
9 he's great, she said.
10 does he send this shit out? I asked.
11 oh no, she said, Manfred wouldn't do that.
12 why?
13 well, I don't know exactly.
14 listen, I said, you know all the poets who
15 don't send their shit out.
16 the magazines aren't ready for them, she said,
17 they're too far advanced for publication.
18 oh for christ's sake, I said, do you really
19 believe that?
20 yes, yes, I really believe that, she
21 answered.
22 look, I said, you don't even have the kid ready
23 yet. she doesn't have her shoes on. can't you
24 put her shoes on?
25 your daughter is 8 years old, she said,
26 she can put her own shoes on.
27 listen, I said to my daughter, for christ's sake
28 will you put your shoes on?
29 Manfred never screams, said her mother.
30 OH HOLY JESUS CHRIST! I yelled
31 you see, you see? she said, you haven't changed.
32 what time is it? I asked.
33 4:30. Manfred did submit some poems once, she said,
34 but they sent them back and he was terribly
35 upset.
36 you've got your shoes on, I said to my daughter,
37 let's go.
38 her mother walked to the door with us.
39 have a nice day, she said.
40 fuck off, I said.

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41 when she closed the door there was a sign pasted to
42 the outside. it said:
43 SMILE.
44 I didn't.
45 we drove down Pico on the way in.
46 I stopped outside the Red Ox.
47 I'll be right back, I told my daughter.
48 I walked in, sat down, and ordered a scotch and
49 water. over the bar there was a little guy popping in and
50 out of a door holding a very red, curved penis
51 in his hand.
52 can't
53 can't you make him stop? I asked the barkeep.
54 can't you shut that thing off?
55 what's the matter with you, buddy? he asked.
56 I submit my poems to the magazines, I said.
57 you submit your poems to the magazines? he asked.
58 you are god damned right I do, I said.
59 I finished my drink and got back to the car.
60 I drove down Pico Boulevard.
61 the remainder of the day was bound to be better.


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Bukowski, Charles:charisma [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 this woman keeps phoning me
2 even though I tell her I am living with a woman
3 I love.


4 I keep hearing noises in the environment,
5 she phones,
6 I thought it was you.


7 me? I haven't been drunk for several
8 days.


9 well, maybe it wasn't you but I felt it was
10 somebody who was trying to help
11 me.


12 maybe it was God. do you think He's there?


13 yes, He's a hook from the ceiling.


14 I thought so.


15 I'm growing tomatoes in my basement,
16 she says.


17 that's sensible.


18 I want to move. where shall I move?


19 north is obvious. west is the ocean. the east is the
20 past. south is the only way.


21 south?


22 yes, but not past the border. it's death to
23 gringos.


24 what's Salinas like? she asks.


25 if you like lettuce
26 go to Salinas.

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27 suddenly she hangs up. she always does that. and she
28 always phones back in a day or a week or a
29 month. she'll be at my funeral with tomatoes and the
30 yellow pages of the phonebook stuck into the pockets of
31 her mince-brown overcoat in 97 degree heat,
32 I have a way with the ladies.


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Bukowski, Charles:the sound of human lives [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 strange warmth, hot and cold females,
2 I make good love, but love isn't just
3 sex. most females I've known are
4 ambitious, and I like to lie around
5 on large comfortable pillows at 3 o'clock
6 in the afternoon, I like to watch the sun
7 through the leaves of a bush outside
8 while the world out there
9 holds away from me, I know it so well, all
10 those dirty pages, and I like to lie around
11 my belly up to the ceiling after making love
12 everything flowing in:
13 it's so easy to be easy---if you let it, that's all
14 that's necessary.
15 but the female is strange, she is very
16 ambitious---shit! I can't sleep away the day!
17 all we do is eat! make love! sleep! eat! make love!


18 my dear, I say, there are men out there now
19 picking tomatoes, lettuce, even cotton,
20 there are men and women dying under the sun,
21 there are men and women dying in factories
22 for nothing, a pittance ...
23 I can hear the sound of human lives being ripped to
24 pieces ...
25 you don't know how lucky we
26 are ...


27 but you've got it made, she says,
28 your poems ...


29 my love gets out of bed.
30 I hear her in the other room.
31 the typewriter is working.


32 I don't know why people think effort and energy
33 have anything to do with
34 creation.


35 I suppose that in matters like politics, medicine,
36 history and religion

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37 they are mistaken
38 also.


39 I turn on my belly and fall asleep with my
40 ass to the ceiling for a change.


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Bukowski, Charles:save the pier [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 you shoulda been at this party,
2 I know you hate parties
3 but you seem to be at most of them.
4 anyhow, I took my girl, you know
5 her---


6 Java Jane?


7 yes, this party was at the merry-go-round
8 where they are trying to tear the pier down, you
9 know where that is?


10 yes, the red paint, the broken
11 windows---


12 yes, anyhow, my girl lives in a room just above the
13 merry-go-round. it's a
14 birthday party for the woman who owns the
15 merrry-go-round.
16 she's trying to save the pier
17 she's trying to save the merry-go-round---
18 plenty of drinks for everybody, my girl lives in the
19 room right above the
20 merry-go-round.


21 sounds great.


22 I phoned. you weren't
23 in.


24 it's all right.


25 well, there was plenty to drink and they turned the
26 merry-go-round on, it was free, music and
27 everything.


28 sounds great.


29 my girlfriend and I got into an
30 argument, all the drinking---

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31 of course.


32 I'm standing apart from her
33 she's standing apart from me.
34 she's got a glass of wine in her hand.
35 I give her a dark green deathly stare,
36 she's stricken
37 she steps back
38 the thing is whirling
39 a horse's hoof kicks her in the ass.
40 she drops down upon the spinning.
41 it all happens so fast---
42 but I do notice
43 that all the time she's circling
44 to the music under those horses
45 she's holding her glass upright
46 in order not to spill a
47 drop.


48 brave.


49 sure. only all the time her panties are
50 showing. glowing and glistening.
51 pink.


52 wonderful. how do they do it?


53 they conspire.


54 the glistening pink?


55 yes. so her panties are showing and I think
56 well, that's all right but it probably looks
57 a hell of a lot better to them than it does to
58 me, so I moved a step forward and said,
59 Jane.


60 what happened?


61 she kept spinning around holding her drink up
62 showing her pink bottom ... there seemed something

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63 tenuous about it, deliciously inane ...


64 stunted glory finally comes forth hollering ...


65 exactly. she kept gliding around
66 legs outspread---
67 dizzied with life---
68 vengeful---
69 she must have cared for me to show her
70 panties to all those
71 people. anyhow, she kept sliding around
72 until her leg hit one of this guy's legs---
73 he'd stepped forward for a closer look.
74 he was 67 years old and with his wife
75 and they were both
76 eating spaghetti off paper plates, anyhow,
77 my girl's leg hit his
78 she came bouncing off on her ass
79 still holding the glass of wine upright.
80 I walked over and picked her up
81 and she still held it
82 level, then she lifted it and
83 drank it.


84 sounds like it was a
85 fine party.


86 I phoned. you weren't
87 in.


88 spiderwebs of dripping
89 wet-dew sex like
90 badbreath dreams.


91 exactly. you should have been
92 there.


93 sorry.


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Bukowski, Charles:burned [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 the kid went back to New York City to live with a woman
2 he met in a kibbutz.
3 he left his mother at the age of
4 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of humor and never
5 wore the same pair of shorts
6 more than one day. there he was
7 in the Puerto Rican section, she had a
8 job. he wanted iron bars on the windows and
9 ate too much fried chicken at 10 a.m.
10 in the morning after she went to
11 work. he had some money saved out of the
12 years and he fucked but he was really
13 afraid of
14 pussy.


15 I was sitting with Eileen in Hollywood
16 and I said:
17 I ought to warn the kid
18 so that when she turns on him
19 he'll be
20 ready.


21 no, she said, let him be happy.


22 I let him be
23 happy.


24 now he's back living with his
25 mother, he weighs three hundred and ten pounds
26 and eats all the time
27 and laughs all the time
28 but you ought to see his
29 eyes ...
30 the eyes are sitting in the center of all that
31 flesh ...


32 he bites into a chicken leg:
33 I loved her, he says to me,
34 I loved her.


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Bukowski, Charles:hell hath no fury ... [from Burning in Water Drowning in
Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 she was in her orange Volks waiting
2 as I walked up the street
3 with 2 six packs and a pint of scotch
4 and she jumped out
5 and began grabbing the beerbottles and
6 smashing them on the pavement
7 and she got the pint of scotch and
8 smashed that too,
9 saying: ho! so you were going to get her
10 drunk on this and fuck her!
11 I walked in the doorway where the other woman
12 stood halfway up the stairs,
13 then she ran in from the street
14 and up the stairs and hit the other woman
15 with her purse, saying:
16 he's my man! he's my man!
17 and then she ran out and
18 jumped into her orange Volks
19 and drove away.
20 I came out with a broom
21 and began sweeping up the glass
22 when I heard a sound
23 and there was the orange Volks
24 running on the sidewalk
25 and on me---
26 I managed to leap up against a wall
27 as it went by.
28 then I took the broom and began sweeping up
29 the glass again,
30 and suddenly she was standing there;
31 she took the broom and broke it into three
32 pieces,
33 then she found an unbroken beerbottle
34 and threw it at the glass window of the door.
35 it made a clean round hole
36 and the other woman shouted down from the
37 stairway: for God's sake, Bukowski, go with
38 her!


39 I got into the orange Volks and we
40 drove off together.


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Bukowski, Charles:pull a string, a puppet moves ... [from Burning in Water
Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 each man must realize
2 that it can all disappear very
3 quickly:
4 the cat, the woman, the job,
5 the front tire,
6 the bed, the walls, the
7 room; all our necessities
8 including love,
9 rest on foundations of sand---
10 and any given cause,
11 no matter how unrelated:
12 the death of a boy in Hong Kong
13 or a blizzard in Omaha ...
14 can serve as your undoing.
15 all your chinaware crashing to the
16 kitchen floor, your girl will enter
17 and you'll be standing, drunk,
18 in the center of it and she'll ask:
19 my god, what's the matter?
20 and you'll answer: I don't know,
21 I don't know ...


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Bukowski, Charles:tougher than corned beef hash--- [from Burning in Water
Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]

1 the motion of the human heart:
2 strangled over Missouri;
3 sheathed in hot wax in Boston;
4 burned like a potato in Norfolk;
5 lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
6 found again in a 4-poster mahogany bed
7 in New Orleans;
8 drowned and stirred with pinto beans
9 in El Paso;
10 hung on a cross like a drunken dog
11 in Denver;
12 cut in half and toasted in
13 Kalamazoo;
14 found cancerous on a fishing boat
15 off the coast of Mexico;
16 tricked and caged at Daytona Beach;
17 kicked by a nursery maid
18 in a green and white ghingham dress,
19 waiting table at a North Carolina
20 bus stop;
21 rubbed in olive oil and goat-piss
22 by a chess-playing hooker in the East Village;
23 painted red, white, and blue
24 by an act of Congress;
25 torpedoed by a dyed blonde
26 with the biggest ass in Kansas;
27 gutted and gored by a woman
28 with the soul of a bull
29 in East Lansing;
30 petrified by a girl with tiny fingers,
31 she had one tooth missing,
32 upper front, and pumped gas
33 in Mesa;
34 the motion of the human heart goes on
35 and on
36 and on and on
37 for a while.


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Bukowski, Charles:voices [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]





1.

1 my moustache is pasted-on
2 and my wig and my eyebrows
3 and even my eyes ...
4 then something stuns me ...
5 the lampshades swing, I hear
6 simmering and magic and
7 incredible sounds.



2.

8 I know I went mad, almost as
9 an act of theory:
10 the lost are found
11 the sick are healthy
12 the non-creators are the
13 creators.



3.

14 even if I were a comfortable, domesticated
15 sophisticate I could never drink the
16 blood of the masses and
17 call it wine.



4.

18 why did I have to lift that pretty girl's
19 car by the bumper because the jack got stuck?
20 I couldn't straighten up
21 and they took me away like a pretzel and straightened
22 me but I still couldn't move ...
23 it was the hospital's fault, the doctors' fault.
24 then those two boys dropped me on the way to the
25 x-ray room ... I hollered LAWSUIT!
26 but I guess it was that girl's fault---

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27 she shouldn't have shown me all that leg
28 and haunch.



5.

29 listen, listen, SPACESHIT LOVE, TORN IN DRIP OUT,
30 SPACESHIT LOVE, LOVE, LOVE; KILL, LEARN TO USE A
31 WEAPON; OPEN AREAS, REALIZE, BE DIVINE, SPACESHIT
32 LOVE, IT'S approaching ...



6.

33 I did a take-off of E.H. in my first novel,
34 been living green ever since. I'm probably
35 the best journalist America ever had, I can
36 bullshit on any subject, and that counts for
37 something. you admire me much more
38 than the first man you meet on the street
39 in the morning. basically, though, it's a
40 fact, I've lived during an era of no writers
41 at all, so I've earned a position
42 because nothing else appeared. o.k.,
43 it's a bad age. I suppose I am number
44 one. But it's hardly the same as when we
45 had giants turning us on. forget it:
46 I'm living green.



7.

47 I was a bad writer, I killed N.C. because I made
48 more of him than there was, and then the ins
49 made more of my book than there was. there have
50 been only 3 bad writers in acceptable American
51 literature. Drieser, of course, was the worst.
52 then we had Thomas Wolfe, and then we had me. but
53 when I try to choose between me and Wolfe, I've
54 got to take Wolfe. I mean as the worst. I like
55 to think of what Capote, another bad writer said

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56 about me: he just typewrites. sometimes even
57 bad writers tell the truth.



8.

58 my problem, like most, is artistic preciousness. I
59 exist, full of french fries and glory
60 and then I look around, see the Art-form, pop into
61 it and tell them how fine I am and what I think.
62 this is the same tiresomeness that has almost des-
63 troyed art for centuries. I made a record once of
64 myself reading my poems to a lion at the zoo. he really
65 roared, as if he were in pain. all the poets play
66 this record and laugh when they get drunk.



9.

67 remember my novel about jail where
68 photos of heroes and lovers floated against the
69 rock walls?
70 I got famous. I came over here.
71 I got hot for the black motorcyclists of Valley
72 West and Bakersfield
73 who took my fame and jammed it
74 and made me suck their loneliness and dementia
75 and their dream of Cadillac white soul and
76 Cadillac black soul
77 and they creamed up my ass
78 and into my nostrils and into my ears
79 while I said, Communism, Communism
80 and they grinned and knew I didn't mean it.


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Bukowski, Charles:straight on through [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame:
Selected Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 I am
2 hung by a nail
3 the sun melts my heart
4 I am
5 cousin to the snake
6 and am afraid of waterfalls
7 I am
8 afraid of women and green walls



9 the police stop me and
10 tell me
11 while the trees whirl in the wind
12 (I am hungover) that my muffler is shot and
13 my windshield wiper doesn't work
14 and the lens on my back-up light is broken.
15 I don't have a back-up light,
16 sign the citation and am thankful,
17 inside,
18 that they don't take me in for what I'm
19 thinking



20 sadness drips like water beads
21 in a half-poisoned well,
22 I know that my chances have narrowed down to
23 almost nothing---
24 I'm like a bug in the bathroom when you flick on the
25 lightswitch at 3 a.m.



26 love, finally, with a washrag stuffed down its
27 throat, pictures of joy
28 turned to paperclips, you
29 know you know you know.
30 once you understand this process (what you
31 must understand
32 is
33 that most things
34 just won't work, so
35 you don't try to save

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36 them, and by the time you learn this
37 you've run out of
38 years)---once you understand this process
39 you need only get burned 2 or 3 more times
40 before they stuff you away, and
41 it's good to know that---
42 stop being so fucking quick with your
43 rejoinders and relax---
44 you're about finished, too, just
45 like I am. no shame
46 there. I can walk into any bar and
47 order a scotch and water,
48 pay,
49 and put my hand around the glass,
50 they don't know, they won't know,
51 either about you or about me,
52 they'll talk about football and the
53 weather and the energy crisis,
54 and our hands will reach up
55 the mirror watching the hands
56 and we'll drink it down---



57 Jane, Barbara, Frances, Linda, Liza, Stella,
58 father's brown leather slipper
59 upsidedown in the bathroom,
60 nameless dead dogs,
61 tomorrow's newspaper,
62 water boiling out of the radiator on a
63 Thursday afternoon, burning your arm
64 halfway to the elbow, and not even being
65 angry at the pain,
66 grinning for the winners
67 grinning for the guy who fucked your girl
68 while you were drunk or away
69 and grinning for the girl who let him.
70 the roses howl
71 in the dim wind,
72 we have
73 said the necessary things, and
74 getting out is next, only I'd like

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75 to say
76 no matter what they've said,
77 I've never been mad
78 at anything.


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Bukowski, Charles:dreamlessly [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 old grey-haired waitresses
2 in cafes at night
3 have given it up,
4 and as I walk down sidewalks of
5 light and look into windows
6 of nursing homes
7 I can see that it is no longer
8 with them.
9 I see people sitting on park benches
10 and I can see by the way they
11 sit and look
12 that it is gone.


13 I see people driving cars
14 and I see by the way
15 they drive their cars
16 that they neither love nor are
17 loved---
18 nor do they consider
19 sex. it is all forgotten
20 like an old movie.


21 I see people in department stores and
22 supermarkets
23 walking down aisles
24 buying things
25 and I can see by the way their clothing
26 fits them and by the way they walk
27 and by their faces and their eyes
28 that they care for nothing
29 and that nothing cares
30 for them.


31 I can see a hundred people a day
32 who have given up
33 entirely.


34 if I go to a racetrack
35 or a sporting event
36 I can see thousands
37 that feel for nothing or

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38 no one
39 and get no feeling
40 back.


41 everywhere I see those who
42 crave nothing but
43 food, shelter, and
44 clothing; they concentrate
45 on that,
46 dreamlessly.


47 I do not understand why these people do not
48 vanish
49 I do not understand why these people do not
50 expire
51 why the clouds
52 do not murder them
53 or why the dogs
54 do not murder them
55 or why the flowers and the children
56 do not murder them,
57 I do not understand.


58 I suppose they are murdered
59 yet I can't adjust to the
60 fact of them
61 because they are so
62 many.


63 each day,
64 each night,
65 there are more of them
66 in the subways and
67 in the buildings and
68 in the parks


69 they feel no terror
70 at not loving
71 or at not
72 being loved

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73 so many many many
74 of my fellow
75 creatures.


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Bukowski, Charles:palm leaves [from Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected
Poems 1955-1973 (1997), Black Sparrow Press]


1 at exactly 12:00 midnight
2 1973-74
3 Los Angeles
4 it began to rain on the
5 palm leaves outside my window
6 the horns and firecrackers
7 went off
8 and it thundered.


9 I'd gone to bed at 9 p.m.
10 turned out the lights
11 pulled up the covers---
12 their gaiety, their happiness,
13 their screams, their paper hats,
14 their automobiles, their women,
15 their amateur drunks ...


16 New Year's Eve always terrifies
17 me


18 life knows nothing of years.



19 now the horns have stopped and
20 the firecrackers and the thunder ...
21 it's all over in five minutes ...
22 all I hear is the rain
23 on the palm leaves,
24 and I think,
25 I will never understand men,
26 but I have lived
27 it through.




Copyright 1963, 1964, 1965, 1966, 1967, 1968, 1974 by Charles Bukowski.


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