The Moon Kingdom
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Mako-chan's Tea Room
Queen Beryl's
Moon Pizza Shop
The Pluto Lounge
there is nothing subtle about dying or
dumping garbage, or the spider
and this fist full of nickels and
the barking of dogs tonight
when the beast puffs on beer
and moonlight,
and asks my name
and I hold to the wall
not man enough to cry
as the city dumps it sorrows
in wine bottles and stale kisses,
and the handcuff and crutches and slabs
fornicate like mad.
---Charles Bukowski
from: The Roominghouse Madrigals
In Memoriam... Charles Bukowski 1920-1994
South Of No North
Ordinary Madness
More poetry by Charles Bukowski. A sampling.
Notes Of A Dirty Old Man
A bibliography of Bukowski's work which I found on the floor of the Ferry Crossing Bar in Merrimac, Wisconsin.
Flower, Fist & Bestial Wail
Bukowski links arranged in an affable and pleasing format.
Dead Scream
Charles Bukowski presents: Everything About Sailor Pluto
Harvest Home
Bukowski inspired poetry contributed by an anonymous drunk.
The Literary Life
Beguile thyself now with the crisp musical resonances of Emile Zola's rarefied piss as it sparkles off the ice in the urinal of some biker bar: "Truth is on the march...and nothing can stop it."