bluebird

• charles bukowskinin bir şiiridir aynı zamanda;
  
  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?