Bluebird

Beneath the fucks and the tits

The beer shit and

the ashes,

I saw the bluebird.

It fluttered it’s damned wings

and flew straight through the sky

They didn’t see it

Nobody does.

You lived

and then you died

and the world forgot

They don’t give a shit

And neither do you.

Hope you are living your death fully

You dirty old skunk.

And may the devil write you up everyday

As you make hell and heaven dance to your blistered fingers.

Tonight,

I drink to you.

[ to Charles Bukowski]