To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine--
just a lightbulb
and a potbelly,
grayhaired,
and glad to have
the room.

(C) Charles Bukowski
03/13/2017


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