The Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

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?

John Courtney

FLIGHT ATTENDANTS

Michael Cartright

CHINESE RESTAURANT JAZZ HITS

How American:

mixing the greatest hits

of ethnic culture

The blessed generation

will pay a costly price

for dancing in robes

of the washed masses

Eventually everything

gets cashed in

and the soul of civilization

will not hold

will give in

will get righted

and the light

bathed in white

will dye out

we'll be tossed

or grooved again

if it doesn't

but it will

grass will always

make it's stand

through the sidewalks

on which we stand

clapping