Charles bukowski. bluebird

Charles Bukowski. 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?


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Charles bukowski. bluebird