| 3.27 |
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills | 2 |
Mockingbird wish me luck. | 0 |
Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame | 0 |
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit | 0 |
Dangling in the Tournefortia | 0 |
| 0 |
You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense | 4.2 |
The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966 | 0 |
| 0 |
The Last Night of the Earth Poems | 3.83 |
| 2 |
| 0 |
Essential Bukowski: Poetry | 4 |
Storm for the Living and the Dead: Uncollected and Unpublished Poems | 1 |