1. Monday, August 16, 2004

    “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?

    today is charles bukowski’s birthday 8/16/20

    poem for my 43rd birthday + my bukowski photo essay + ebay listings “bukowski