Bluebird Painting by kenne
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.
— from Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
Fantastic!
Thank you.
You’re welcome.
Such beautiful art!
My favorite Bukowski poem too.
Thank you for the comment.