Hey guys, it's been awhile since I've dropped a line on his adventures. Here's more of the birdman for you fabulous freaks.
the nature of a crime fighter, a super hero,
any old piece
of laundry atop the basket, prized
and fresh and newly
is of harrowing lights from
midnight lanterns, or the faint hiss of escaping
fog on a twilight street.
oh god it is beautiful, the birdman said,
and took care to stand still
under a street lamp corner. if a villain be muggy
and rugged now I have
much for him.
he was a birdman and thusly could not contain himself.