I find a quirky charm in these early poems by acclaimed drunkard and poet Charles Bukowski. Written between bottles of beer and bouts with prostitutes, these poems are as exquisite as they are brutal; as introspective as bold; as soft as uncompromising. They tell of loneliness, heartbreak, drunkenness and barbarity. They also speak of kindness, acceptance and love, but most of all, they speak of humanity and the pressures that ebb into and flow out of each of us in a way only a master poet and astute observer of the human condition is capable of creating.
Submitted by Dan @ Central