It was too much.
The comfortable people made comfortable jokes
about weather and things
but I sat mostly silent
saying a word or so when necessary
a word or so
trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool
and feeling terrible
And I was numb,
numb again,
numb
again
again and again,
numbness and pain swelling in
me.
Volo Mea Code.
Charles BukowskiA woman is a full time job. You have to choose your profession.
Charles BukowskiTag: women marriage relationships
You bitch," I whispered, "I love you." Then I came.
Charles BukowskiI´ve given you my time. Its all I´ve got to give - its all any man has. And for a pitiful buck and a quarter an hour.
Charles BukowskiTag: work exploitation employment bosses salary
I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.
Charles BukowskiTag: women relationships betrayal cheating
Nobody can save you but yourself. You will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. They will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise, and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. But don't, don't, don't. It's a war not easily won, but if anything is worth winning then this is it. Nobody can save you but yourself, and you're worth saving.
Charles BukowskiI know a woman
who keeps buying puzzles
chinese
puzzles
blocks
wires
pieces that finally fit
into some order.
she works it out
mathmatically
she solves all her
puzzles
lives down by the sea
puts sugar out for the ants
and believes
ultimately
in a better world.
her hair is white
she seldom combs it
her teeth are snaggled
and she wears loose shapeless
coveralls over a body most
women would wish they had.
for many years she irritated me
with what I considered her
eccentricities-
like soaking eggshells in water
(to feed the plants so that
they'd get calcium).
but finally when I think of her
life
and compare it to other lives
more dazzling, original
and beautiful
I realize that she has hurt fewer
people than anybody I know
(and by hurt I simply mean hurt).
she has had some terrible times,
times when maybe I should have
helped her more
for she is the mother of my only
child
and we were once great lovers,
but she has come through
like I said
she has hurt fewer people than
anybody I know,
and if you look at it like that,
well,
she has created a better world.
she has won.
Frances, this poem is for
you.
We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.
Charles BukowskiWell,
we lost it,
and
that’s all there is
to that.
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