“Bluebird” by Bukowski

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…

September Changes Everything

Oh, September. I never really liked you. Summertime is never long enough.  For three measly months, we get fabulous heat, convertible weather, and an abundance of seafood.  The days are long with sunshine; lots of reasons to call out of work and sit by the pool.   I’m in love with summer because it was the…

A poem by Bukowski

the schoolyard of forever the schoolyard was a horror show: the bullies, the dragons, the freaks the beatings against the wire fence the eyes of our mates watching glad that they were not the victims we were beaten well and good and afterwards followed taunted all the way home to our homes of hell full…

it’s ours

there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot while entranced by nothing that gentle pure space it’s worth centuries of existence say just to scratch…