Love Is a Dog From Hell_ Poems, 1974-1977 - Charles Bukowski [0]
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Poems 1974-1977
to Carl Weissner
table of contents
ONE
Sandra
you
the 6 foot goddess
I’ve seen too many glazed-eyed bums
sexpot
sweet music
numb your ass and your brain and your heart—
one of the hottest
ashes
fuck
me
another bed
trapped
tonight
the escape
the drill
texan
the spider
the end of a short affair
moaning and groaning
an almost made up poem
blue cheese and chili peppers
problems about the other woman
T.M.
Bee’s 5th
103 degrees
pacific telephone
225 pounds
turnabout
one for old snaggle-tooth
communion
trying to get even:
Chicago
quiet clean girls in gingham dresses…
we will taste the islands and the sea
TWO
this poet
winter
what they want
Iron Mike
guru
the professors
for Al—
how to be a great writer
the price
alone with everybody
the 2nd novel
Chopin Bukowski
gloomy lady
cockroach
who in the hell is Tom Jones?
defeat
traffic signals
462-0614
photographs
social
one to the breastplate
the worst and the best
coupons
luck
dog
trench warfare
the night I fucked my alarm clock
when I think of myself dead
Christmas eve, alone
there once was a woman who put her head into an oven
beds, toilets, you and me—
this then—
imagination and reality
stolen
the meek have inherited
the insane always loved me
Big Max
trapped
it’s the way you play the game
on the continent
12:18 a.m.
yellow cab
how come you’re not unlisted?
weather report
clean old man
something
a plate glass window
junkies
99 to one
the crunch
a horse with greenblue eyes
THREE
Scarlet
red up and down
like a flower in the rain
light brown
huge ear rings
she came out of the bathroom
a killer
longshot
the promise
waving and waving goodbye
liberty
don’t touch the girls
dark shades
prayer in bad weather
melancholia
a stethoscope case
eat your heart out
the retreat
I made a mistake
FOUR
girls in pantyhose
up your yellow river
artists:
I have shit stains in my underwear too
Hawley’s leaving town
an unkind poem
the bee
the most
ah…
the girl on the bus stop bench
I’m getting back to where I was
a lovely couple
the strangest sight you ever did see—
in a neighborhood of murder
private first class
love is a dog from hell
my groupie
now, if you were teaching creative writing
the good life
the Greek
my comrades
soul
a change of habit
$$$$$$
sitting in a sandwich joint
doom and siesta time
as crazy as I ever was
sex
dead now
twins
the place didn’t look bad
the little girls
rain or shine
cold plums
girls coming home
some picnic
bedpans
the good loser
an art
the girls at the green hotel
a good one
shit time
madness
a 56 year old poem
the beautiful young girl walking past the graveyard—
beer
artist
my old man
fear
little tigers everywhere
after the reading:
about cranes
a gold pocket watch
beach trip
one for the shoeshine man
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one more creature dizzy with love
Sandra
is the slim tall
ear-ringed
bedroom damsel
dressed in a long
gown
she’s always high
in heels
spirit
pills
booze
Sandra leans out of
her chair
leans
toward
Glendale
I wait for her head
to hit the closet
doorknob
as she attempts to
light
a new cigarette on an
almost burnt-out
one
at 32 she likes
young neat
unscratched boys
with faces like the bottoms
of new saucers
she has proclaimed as much
to me
has brought her prizes
over for me to view:
silent blonde zeros of young
flesh
who
a) sit
b) stand
c) talk
at her command
sometimes she brings one
sometimes two
sometimes three
for me to
view
Sandra looks very good in
long gowns
Sandra could probably break
a man’s heart
I hope she finds
one.
you
you’re a beast, she said
your big white belly
and those hairy feet.
you never cut your nails
and you have fat hands
paws like a cat
your bright red nose
and the biggest balls
I’ve ever seen.
you shoot sperm like a
whale shoots water