Hey guys, here is the third installment of my poem "The Birdman." Also, big news: the austinnewblog literary zine Boho Coco is now out and about. You can find free copies at: Waterloo, Book People, Cheapo Discs, 12th Street Books, The Hideout, Progress Coffee, Bouldin Creek, and End of an Ear. Go out and get 'em while they last. Also, there will be more copies at our August 30th reading (at 8PM) at Domy Books. So go and chase those things down already; lord knows they need proper homes in the hands of literary lovers. Also also, Jeff and I were out and about today ourselves, shooting some video in some strange places, so look for that all week too. Cool. Enjoy the poem.
he made love not too long after.
a woman
of pale flesh, pale fire, did so lonely look across a cafe
as he entered.
the birdman was ready to chew off her shoes,
but she looked at him between cigarettes
and tapped him on the shoulder.
if a dream is only to be alive and to realize that
the hours are
not right
then the birdman made love until waking in the arms of a small
thing. her lips were
red as colors so bright not meant
formally. the birdman heard the roll
of the taxi outside
and thought of his daughter. she was
a lover too, fighting it out
somewhere amidst fire hydrants and curtain calls.
actress, he whispered, and his tiny
lover gazed upon him. then
he was
prepared to be alone.
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