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?
Charles Bukowski
you do what you have to. do it.
via @DimitrisTI, forever ago
therefore I lie with her and she with me,
and in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.
fleeting encounters
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realityayslum: Emil Otto Hoppé. Nude, Doris Leight, c.1920.
they’re playing our song
It’s not a lover’s passion, just politics. Torna a Surriento was written at the request of, or, according to others, re-used by the mayor of Sorrento on the occasion of Italy’s prime minister Zanardelli’s visit.
Corfu alley, I asked the Japanese lady what the latest graffiti meant. Revolution, she said
it always has been
children are man at his strongest. they abide.
An unknown couple dancing. Photographed by Robert Doisneau (1912-1994), date unknown.
there’s a starman waiting in the sky (Taken with instagram)
Τακτικαί κατασκοπείας - αντικατασκοπείας Β´ (Taken with instagram)
