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.