There's a bluebird in my heart

7.13.2013 -


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 ****s 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?

(Charles Bukowski)



4 Comentários:

  1. Adoro esse poema, Camila! O meu está aqui, quietinho na dele

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    1. Ai guria, o meu também. Precisam ficar, né? Força! Beijocas

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  2. Adoro Bukowski. Estou lendo até o livro de poemas dele: O amor é um cão dos diabos! heheh

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    1. Já o li, é ótimo mesmo, Camilla! As crônicas do velho safado também são ótimas, recomendo. Beijos!

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