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
clean,
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.
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