drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
poesy
an old man
maddened for the flesh of young girls in this
dwindling twilight
liver gone
kidneys going
pancrea pooped
top-floor blood pressure

(C) Charles Bukowski
03/10/2017


Best Poems of Charles Bukowski

• Marina
• What Can We Do?
• Paris
• True
• Oh Yes
• Finish
• Now
• Nirvana
• The Sun Wields Mercy
• Gas
• The Trash Men
• The Laughing Heart
• It Was Just A Little While Ago
• Show Biz
• Death Wants More Death
• Curtain
• Rain
• 2 Flies
• German
• Working Out