CHARLES BUKOWSKI BLUE BIRD

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 the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's

in there

Charles Bukowski

JUST SOMETIMES

I will waft in with the night air
,and leave as our days break
I'll Watch your fingers
graze an empty bed
You're Like a beautiful word
A french poet once said....

Mouth round a bottle
perfectly coarse
words scorch like a heated blanket
Wrap me in your anguish darling
 It's all I hear
Your blackened mind caresses
like Bats in my hair
It's all I hear
Don't take me there....

And I wish just sometimes
I was outside these windows
In the Good morning world
Between sex scented sheets
With Mozart on headphones
And the sonnets of Keats

Beautiful creatures
with magnificent lives
Delicious nude husbands
With perfume drunk wives
Cold Sunday mornings
And hangover cures
Cheap Prada suits
next to Christian Diors
Earl gray and warm toast
Bathrobes and strong soaps

And Oh!...
Just sometimes
 How I wish
 I was outside
These cold cold windows...

(c) Helena C Carta

SATELLITES AND STARZ

Sitting in the sun watching you turn cold,
Reaching for a star where the skies burn gold,
Landing on the moon,
you pace dark circles round my room,

Funny how it goes, but I don't see you laughing
I'm Waiting for the snow I'm going to hide my face in...

If I had a gun and I had your mind to blow,
If there's life on Mars would you want to go...
Venus and the moon siting pretty like a cherry on a spoon...
Funny how it goes but I don't see you laughing...
I'm waiting for the snow I'm going to hide my face in...

Gazing through cars my minds an overload
Just give me satellites and stars...
DEEP SPACE AND A LONG ROAD...

5 KISSES COLD

This feels like Milkshake on my tongue
And I the pessimist smile at me
To think I dissmissed his exquisit lips so wryly

The first kiss melted into the bLack of my throat
and curled like gold around my telling toes

The second drove insanity deep into my belly
The third was blocked by shock, as scary as the first

The fourth and fifth did elevate and make the senses burst
Like a bubble to my brain like a tunnel over trains

Quick Slip me a Micky Finn
I want to play your Violin
And we'll have sex like Marilyn
Over and Over and Over....
For I am fragile
like biscuit crumble....
But with torn emotions....
You twist and curl over me....
then me turns to ..
WE
The little melting sex savages in synchronized haze....



I tasted crayfish for the first time...
The Township flag blew out of line....
I will NEVER sleep in this bed again...

I counted paw prints in the concrete (as I left)....
There were 13....

(c) Helena C Carta

I AM YOURS...

The Siren J.W. Waterhouse



I AM YOURS
I am YOURS when Mother Moon she stirs still or sultry
I AM YOURS....
Bound to you as enchanting as a voodoo doll...
I AM YOURS ...
Cold and restlessly...
YOURS......

The yearning Screeeches in me like A Sealess Siren possessed to cull this bleak relentless wanting....

For I AM YOURS.....


I AM YOURS....

BUT YOU are not mine....

YOU are someone else' beau...
Someone else' heart is light and slightly flustered...
Someone else is both love lorn and enthralled...
Someone else is enraptured In the charm...
That is not mine...

YOU are not mine......

YOU are not mine......

You are not MINE....

(c) Helena C Carta