Based on Bukowski's Bluebird.
There's a bluebird in my heart,
and a red rooster under my skin.
The rooster says to the bird:
"Stay here, Stand your ground
Don't make a mess, don't touch the dirt!
And don't let dirt touches you.
I am not as strong as you weak
But I'm not afraid to bleed
I'm going to take your place at fistfights.
I know what are you thinking, bluebird:
'You are just a rooster,
brave until the last feather
fragile as the most solid of your bones.'
I don't know why this drive owns me
to take care of you:
so inmortal, so vulnerable, so blue
But I'm here just as you are.
Unlike you, I get older, I get scars
Sometimes I get high with anger and despair
When you are not watching me.
You are always inside your warm stickerbrush
Singing the same song at different colors and pitches
As if you're asking to be predated.
Thank god, I'm somehow unaffected by your spells.
One of these days, you're gonna get me
in a fucking big trouble
-crows the rooster, like warning itself-
So please never forget there is only a rooster
among you and the outside world."
And the rooster -as the Raven- never fleeting
Shake its wings, showing them up
knowing its fate is not to fly. Just to fight.
It doesn't wait for praise or redemption. Or even love.
Just go around and crows
keeping one of my eyes
wide open.
ChD.
