Bluebird Poem by Charles Bukowski

Full Poem 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 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?

This is a good poem, keep it up charles

Well, with this poem he let the bluebird out, and it's flying around freely and singing cheerily. It's also Bukowski at his best. Thank you for providing it. ( I assume it has now been edited to include the whole poem, for the text seems to correspond almost exactly with those of others submitted as corrections.)

His best poem, definitely.

blue birds don't gather but they know their own.

This might be the most moving and beautiful poem I've read since some by Ferlinghetti.

You HIt It. Home Run, you heard me…Not much time left, but TY …TEX.. still want to ride a BULL!

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 a fine poem indeed. tony

My brother loved it so much he was almost cried.

Nice poems