BLUEBIRD

There is a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you. There is a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he is in there..

There is a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I am 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 is a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I am too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep. I say, I know that you are there, so do not be sad. Then I put him back, but he is singing a little in there, I haven’t quite let him die and we asleep together like that with our secret pact and it’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

-CHARLES BUKOWSKI

God Bless Us..

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