auxarczenNov 19, 20191 min readMichael CartrightNOTE FOUND BETWEEN BUS SEATSwhen one is low on moneyone creates a little universeeach dayto get by ina false insulationagainst fearfake your way through itthere's always tomorrowSpent the winterthinking about death& lived through it
NOTE FOUND BETWEEN BUS SEATSwhen one is low on moneyone creates a little universeeach dayto get by ina false insulationagainst fearfake your way through itthere's always tomorrowSpent the winterthinking about death& lived through it
auxarczenNov 15, 20191 min readThe Bluebird by Charles Bukowskithere's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not goingto let anybody seeyou.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette smokeand the whores and the bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe'sin 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 littlein there, I haven't quite let himdieand we sleep together likethatwith oursecret pactand it's nice enough tomake a manweep, but I don'tweep, doyou?
there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not goingto let anybody seeyou.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette smokeand the whores and the bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe'sin 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 littlein there, I haven't quite let himdieand we sleep together likethatwith oursecret pactand it's nice enough tomake a manweep, but I don'tweep, doyou?