It's been a while since I've done one of these, and this one is a good one.
I'm more familiar with Bukowski's stories but his poems are beautiful in an ugly sort of way. This particular poem is a truly beautiful expression of how a man must repress his emotions to fit into society's perceived notion of what it takes to be a "real man". Well, that's one of the ideas I get from it anyway. I think that essentially the poem is about identity and how we choose to represent ourselves to other people.
A more legible version of the poem can be found here.
I think Bluebird might be the reason I know who Charles Bukowski is.
What do you think? What do you get from this poem? Do you have a secret bluebird that you only let out "at night sometimes when everybody's asleep"?