Edited by John Martin
These poems are part of an archive of unpublished work that Charles Bukowski left to be published after his death.
Grateful acknowledgment is made to John Martin, who edited these poems.
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I live near the
slaughterhouse
and am ill
with thriving.
come on in!
nothing but a scarf
literary chitchat
this machine is a fountain
200 years
residue
Coronado Street: 1954
a vision
cut-rate drugstore: 4:30 p.m.
you can’t tell a turkey by its feathers
too early!
the green Cadillac
I’m not all-knowing but …
in the clubhouse
a famished orphan sits somewhere in the mind
form letter
first family
a real thing, a good woman
a child’s bedtime story
working out in Hades
half-a-goldfish
lousy mail
from the Dept. of English
and poems have too
poets to the rescue
red hot mail
some personal thoughts
he’s a dog
tremor
my Mexican buddy
strangers at the racetrack
will you tiptoe through the tulips with me?
the novel life
thanks for your help
I have continued regardless
balloons
moving toward the dark
the real thing
she looked at me and asked,
did you?
did you?
did you?
on the cuff
alone again
fooling Marie (the poem)
the copulation blues
the faithful wife
once in a while
another high-roller
the fucking horses
hello there!
the fuck-master
my personal psychologist
jealousy
her guy
dead poet’s wife
scrambled legs
endless love
down and out on the boardwalk
sex sister
to the ladies no longer here
the nude dancer
Ma Barker loves me
here we go again
do you believe that a man can be taught to write?
hail and farewell
weep
it’s a lonely world
of frightened people.
a note upon modern poesy
the end of an era
Paris in the spring
alone in this chair
talking about the poets
was Li Po wrong?
operator
a note from Hades in the mailbox
on the sunny banks of the university
vacation in Greece
the spill
the last salamander
learning the ropes
bombed away
the swimming pool will be going here
a bright boy
my turn
skinny-dipping
a close call
like a rock
the waitress at the yogurt shop
one out in the minor leagues
the
