there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there,
I'm not goingto let anybody seeyou.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette smokeand the whores and the bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe'sin there.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,
I say,stay down, do you want to messme up?you want to screw up theworks?you want to blow my book sales
Europe?there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too clever,
I only let him outat night sometimeswhen everybody's asleep.
I say,
I know that you're there,so don't I put him back,but he's singing a littlein there,
I haven't quite let himdieand we sleep together likethatwith oursecret pactand it's nice enough tomake a manweep, but I don'tweep, doyou?
This was published in Bukowski's book "The Last Night of the Earth Poems" circa 1992
