The Blue Bird<br />from The Last Night of the Earth Poems<br /><br />there’s a bluebird in my heart that<br />wants to get out<br />but I’m too tough for him,<br />I say, stay in there, I’m not going<br />to let anybody see<br />you.<br /><br />there’s a bluebird in my heart that<br />wants to get out<br />but I pour whiskey on him and inhale<br />cigarette smoke<br />and the whores and the bartenders<br />and the grocery clerks<br />never know that<br />he’s<br />in there.<br /><br />there’s a bluebird in my heart that<br />wants to get out<br />but I’m too tough for him,<br />I say,<br />stay down, do you want to mess<br />me up?<br />you want to screw up the<br />works?<br />you want to blow my book sales in<br />Europe?<br /><br />there’s a bluebird in my heart that<br />wants to get out<br />but I’m too clever, I only let him out<br />at night sometimes<br />when everybody’s asleep.<br />I say, I know that you’re there,<br />so don’t be sad.<br /><br />then I put him back,<br />but he’s still singing a little<br />in there, I haven’t quite let him<br />die<br />and we sleep together like<br />that<br />with our<br />secret pact<br />and it’s nice enough to<br />make a man<br />weep, but I don’t<br />weep, do<br />you?