Unpublished poems from the late, great, Charles Bukowski, America's most imitated and influential poet.

the gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the
cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures;
Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job
as a waitress; and
the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he
giggled up through the
soot.
I walked miles through the city and recognized
nothing as a giant claw ate at my
stomach while the inside of my head felt
airy as if I was about to go
mad.
it’s not so much that nothing means
anything but more that it keeps meaning
nothing,
there’s no release, just gurus and self-
appointed gods and hucksters.
the more people say, the less there is to say.
even the best books are dry sawdust.

—from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"

Author: Charles Bukowski
Publisher: Ecco
Pages: 320pp
Size: 6 x 9
Notes: paperback
Release Date: January 8, 2008
ISBN: 978-0060577087