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?
theres 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?
Charles Bukowsky
