Two of my favorite Bukowski poems

Two of my favorite Bukowski poems

If you have never read Charles Bukowski now is the time to start. He is one of my favorite poets that has inspired me over the years. I continue to discover new poems of his but these two will always hold a special place in my heart. If you have any favorites please share!

Raw With Love

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
i won’t blame
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won’t blame you,
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won’t use it


Hey, Dolly

She left me 5 weeks ago and went to Utah
That is, I think she left
The other day I went to mail her a letter
And I saw her sitting on the bus stop bench
It was her hair there
From behind
And all the pounding started in me again
I walked up quickly and looked at the face –
It was somebody else. Freckles, pugnose, green eyes
Nothing, nothing

There I was on Western Avenue going rom bar to bar
And I saw her in front of me again

I saw those tight pants, I knew that ass
And there was the hair again,
And the way she walked,
I walked faster to catch her
I got even with her and saw her face –
An Indians nose, blue eyes, a mouth like a frog –
Nothing, nothing, nothing

It wasn’t her but when the hair fell in a certain way,
For a moment, it was. And the hair was the same length
And the lips were similar but not the same, and
She saw me looking while she was singing. I was drunk
Of course, it helped the delusion, and she
Said, is there anything special you want to hear?
Dolly, I said, and she sang –

Hey, Dolly…

Just now I looked up and she was across the street
She walked out of the apartment across the street
With a young blond man and she stood there in sunglasses
And I thought, what’s she doing across the street in
Sunglasses, and she smiled at me through the window
But she didn’t wave and then she got in the car with the
Young man, it was a new car, small and red, expensive,
And they drove away toward the West. I’m sure it was
Her, this time

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