“there is a loneliness in this world so great”


“there is a loneliness in this world so great

that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place

unspoken to

watering a plant.”

~  Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell




If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed, don’t do it.

If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it, don’t do it.

If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently.

If it never does roar out of you, do something else.

Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,

unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself

and it will keep on doing it until you die

or it dies in you.

There is no other way.

And there never was.



~ Bukowski





“Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it. To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.”
~ Charles Bukowski





2 shots = happiness

3 shots = love


While 4 shots will

make you Bukowski

or at least you think

so at the bar.


and 5 shots will

make you a genius

as you stumble

towards the mic,

as you mumble

something incredible

and all the other

drunks applaud


(and that none of them will ever remember)


and by 6 shots

you are invincible

and by 7 you are god

and by 9 you are just a poet

writing sonnets to the floor


“oh floor, beneath thy

porcelain sculpture

beautiful, my love,


the world spinning,

swimming around

thy sorry sorry









Selling Out The Gods…

Selling Out The Gods By R.M. Engelhardt


Lizard King lunchboxes for

Precocious children are coming soon

To a supermarket near you.

They will be next to the Jim Carroll 

Action figures and the “Rimbaud was 

a wildman” T-Shirts in isle 5.

The Jack Kerouac cereal is fortified 

And delicious …


R.M. Engelhardt 2005