bluebird in my heart

(She's learning Japanese.)

I didn't take this one, but again, I'm snagging Photo Stylist cred for suggesting the beau shoot it. Though I guess you could say it was "styled" by him, too. Those are his weeds. And his '70s gay porn cut-offs, shaking off a long day of sweaty home renovation. I'm hoping this public(ish) display will guilt him into getting rid of both. Or at least saving the shorts for playtime. Maybe a game of Deadline-Missing Hardhat Dude And Strict Boss Lady With A Clipboard.

"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?

bluebird in my heart

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"Bluebird" by Charles Bukowski