Thursday, April 14, 2011

Bukowski, reincarnated as stray cat, living in Parkdale!

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 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?

"Bluebird" by Charles Bukowski, 1977.

Thank you to my best friend Sarah for helping me help this Bukowski cat show his softer side and taking pictures of it.  I think Bukowski woulda liked Parkdale.

3 comments:

  1. that link to my blog is wrong! it takes you to a christian love-in!!!!

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  2. whups, sorry sarsar! it's fixed! <3 <3 <3

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