A review by catinterrupted
Love Is a Dog from Hell by Charles Bukowski

4.0

one of my favorite poems...

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul
and the women break vases against the walls
and the men drink too much
and nobody finds the one
but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds

flesh covers the bone
and the flesh searches for more than flesh
there's no chance at all:
we are all trapped by a singular fate
nobody ever finds the one

the city dumps fill 
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else fills