Bluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/bluebird/#ixzz10nq3NwSG
Bukowski is delightfully torturous to read. I feel as blue as his bird and green with envy because I want to write like that.
ReplyDeleteIf you were a bluebird you'd be a sad one
ReplyDeleteI'd give you a true word
But you've already had one
If you were a bluebird,
you'd be crying
You'd be flying home
-Butch Hancock
my bluebird and i weep,
ReplyDeletesometimes together, sometimes alone,
for all the things we know,
and don't say, don't sing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6My-GRakSM
ReplyDeleteYou might like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dynMZa4a_d4&feature=related
ReplyDeleteNever mind a bluebird, Bukowski had a heart?
ReplyDeleteJust joking. Great poem.
@standing: I miss your poetry.
ReplyDeletethanks, tag. i've missed it too. much doubt, these days. keeps me muzzled.
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