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 pour 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 that
wants 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?

by Charles Bukowski

Comments (54)

greatly penned- there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
Well, Charles is honest. And good for him he didn’t let the bluebird die. It’s sad when we stifle that which is tender in us for fear of being soft or not cynical enough or not enough of a manly-man. -GK
I was lucky enough to have sung his poems set to music by John Melcher. One can listen to this in Spotify. Charle's dry wit and shocking lines have always fascinated me. He was cult poet of my generation. (Report)
I was lucky enough to have sung his poems set to music by John Melcher. One can listen to this in Spotify. Charles dry wit and shocking lines have always fascinated me. He was cult poem of my generation.
A wonderful piece of artwork...10
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