there's a bluebird in my heartthere'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.
Charles Bukowsk
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The Simpler DaysShe’d look me Square in the Eye Then she’d waveThe Simpler Days
Her hand back Toward me: “Stop it”
And she’d smile.
I’d just laugh, And watch her Smiling Looking at me With both Those angel eyes. And the AC That keeps hiding
Her
Beautiful Face With that gorgeous hair.
I stopped laughing And just Smiled.
She tilted
Her head to the Right, and Came close.
I slipped one
Hand to her Cheek, and Down to her neck.
by ~ufo0l
Easter MondaysI don’t think That it’s possible To null the Thoughts.Easter Mondays
When my eyes Finally followed
Her home. And I go inside To get myself A drink.
I sit on The porch And light a
Cigarette And I sit
There Watching the bum cat, That lives On my porch rug, Get fatter As it wishes, To its death.
It must be nice To walk on Four legs and Bum a home Anywhere you go. And to live In isolation Except for the typical Drunk, who is typically insane, &
by ~ufo0l
Sylver BackdoorUp on the bridges I came upon a pieceSylver Backdoor
Of scrap metal which I named Jane.
And I told her
How work was; Or that I got fired I told her Everything
And after I fell off the bridge; That piece of scrap Metal ripped my heart Out. Then Jane said, "I really cared, For awhile."
I didn’t feel bad Until later when It hit me That no one would Be there to talk To.
by ~ufo0l
He Is My HeroHe Is My HeroHe Is My Hero
When everything dies I won’t remember All those days I worked. Or all those nights I spent with her. Or all that bullshit I learned in school. What I Will remember is Those nights I dreamed That I would go Bum around Finding myself. Cheering myself
With cheap wine And rolled cigarettes. With expensive peace And original music. With old books And paper walls. Writing poetry And after I would live on Forever.
by ~ufo0l
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Mourning BreathI woke up a little half past eight with the smell of coffee in my ears. A random scent of interspersion, and a lack of pun and tears. But I will tell you this, and this only once: The boy would never forget But the girl, she forgot. She forgot.Mourning Breath
The first thing the boy will tell you Is that she has bubblegum in her hair And her eyes are as soft and round as marshmallows, But in her head, there is nothing there.
As for the girl, she would tell you the boy was odd. Yes. Simple and odd. Nothing more. Nothing less. But she seems to always give him her best.
by ~BlackBalletShoes
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