Bluebird /Charles Bukowski/ theres a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but Im too tough for him, I say, stay in there, Im not going to let anybody see you. theres 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 hes in there. theres a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but Im 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 Im too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybodys asleep. I say, I know that youre there, so dont be sad. then I put him back, but hes singing a little in there, I havent quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and its nice enough to make a man weep, but I dont weep, do you?
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 20:29:56 +0000
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