I've been working at the PNE / Playland again, and it's so much fun as always. It's such an adventure every day, you never know what might happen and who you might meet. The atmosphere is always astounding, no matter what the weather is like. You can never beat the squeals and giggles from little kids and the rambunctious laughter from the parents caused by the look of innocent fear in their children's eyes as they are whipped around in one of the rides. I could never ask for a better summer job!
Now, since it's been such a long time since I've posted a poem and I have to go out to the PNE parade, here's a poignant one that always stirs my heart whenever I read it - what a melancholic, heartfelt poem!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 pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
- 'Bluebird' by Charles Bukowski
