BUKOWSKİ-BLUEBİRD

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 pur 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?