Monday, April 18, 2016

Tequila Shots With Bukowski's Bluebird

"there's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him"

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

I'm drinking tequila shots
with Bukowski's bluebird.
Hey, there aren't any feathers
in my chest. I like to keep it empty,
spill my guts. Hollow doesn't
keep me up at nights.
Besides the bird likes to chirp
and I like the color blue.
It's about time Charles
opened his rib cage.
There's a lot of money
in hearing a bird fly.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 18 #NaPoWriMo 2016

Real Toads - Turns Of The Tale - Poetic Surprise





8 comments:

brudberg said...

I love those two surprising last lines... really good..

amyjosprague said...

Susie, I was sooooo stumped on how to do this writing prompt at Toads, until I read this. It is fresh and smart and witty. Confident. LOVE IT. (and thank you for the inspiration!)
Amy

De said...

This is awesome, Susie! LOVE this:
"I like to keep it empty,
spill my guts. Hollow doesn't
keep me up at nights."

Linda C. Folks said...

So well done, Susie, love it,,

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh WOW!!!!! Way to rock the prompt!!!!!! Love. It.

grapeling said...

hollow doesn't / keep me up nights...

but something does... ~

hedgewitch said...

I had to share this on FB, Susie--I really really like what you did with the prompt, and the poem itself is so hardbitten and tender both. Just excellent, all of it, but that final line is what got me.

Hannah said...

So true...hollow chest with emotions spilled sleeps better at night I bet.