S.S.P.

36 y/o going on 90, here now, gotta do something to keep the next half interesting. Aside from the poems I am also a failed musician, artist and capitalist. Feel free to write if you like, i'm only half as miserable as my writing =} Let's hope you find something worthwhile.

Poe drawing (c)2007 by S.S. Privette

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 w****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 "bluebird"