Blue bird

Said Bukowski,

"there is a blue bird in my heart"

forever chained in the prison of his heart

He drowned it in whiskey

Drinking, wanting to let it out

Drinking to smother it

And in darkness he waited

for a new light to emerge

He could let it out

He would let it out

Oh, but for the dark

He could let it out

Let the chains die

Let her fly out

through the night

out to the stars

that shine so bright

What would he have then

What would he see

He couldn't say

He couldn't see

and so he kept her to himself

for a little while

just for a while