Charles Bukowski

the gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures; Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job as a waitress; and the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he giggled up through the soot. I walked miles through the city and recognized nothing as a giant claw ate at my stomach while the inside of my head felt airy as if I was about to go mad. it’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing, there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust. —from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"

New Poems

The People Look Like Flowers At Last

Habiba

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

Diana Platgalve

we deserve nothing 
and that’s what we have 
now.

noha

“those faces you see every day on the streets 
were not created 
entirely without 
hope: be kind to them: 
like you 
they have not 
escaped.”

The people look like flowers at last 🌻💭 
amongst the chaos of beer, self loathing, pessimistic thoughts.. bukowski manages to throw some heartwarming stanzas that’ll just hit the right spot and makes you fall in love..

maitha mana

Teddy Calavera

Andrea Guadalupe

Julia

MEGHAN ABBOTT

Sam Spott

agnese

“if you read this after I am dead It means I made it” -“The Creation Coffin” The People Look like Flowers at Last is the last of five collections of never-before published poetry from the late great Dirty Old Man, Charles Bukowski. In it, he speaks on topics ranging from horse racing to military elephants, lost love to the fear of death. He writes extensively about writing, and about talking to people about writers such as Camus, Hemingway, and Stein. He writes about war and fatherhood and cats and women. Free from the pressure to present a consistent persona, these poems present less of an aggressively disruptive character, and more a world-weary and empathetic person.

The People Look Like Flowers At Last New Poems

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