Poesia Charles Bukowski «POPULAR ✯»

Pour one out for the old bastard. He told us the truth.

Bukowski didn’t write for the critics. He wrote for the 3 AM soul, the one still awake with a cigarette burning in the ashtray, wondering how it all went wrong. poesia charles bukowski

His poetry is a punch in the gut and a shot of cheap whiskey. It’s ugly. It’s beautiful. It’s alive. Pour one out for the old bastard