in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its sound against the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.
Charles BukowskiOh, I donโt mean youโre handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - theyโre beautiful. Theyโre wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
Charles BukowskiSo, thatโs what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. Thatโs what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
Charles BukowskiI've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.
Charles BukowskiI used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.
Charles Bukowski