The Bird Songs Tonight It was after a reading, crowd thinning cleveland poets back to cleveland pittsburgh poets back under their rocks one straggler looks for a couch didn't make the usual twenty four hour reservation i offer him mine Silsbe and i talked after-party i offer after-party even though this poet doesn't seem like the late night howling type still he comes along maybe we are rowdier than usual the beer tastes great tonight everyone is holding the pipe is never not packed always making the rounds. Dude isn't participating he's turning green, barely sipping his beer uptight, brother needs a Xanax bad obvious if offered, he wouldn't partake walking back to my place late march and 3am and beautiful streets light aquarium glow there is one lonely bird singing a song no birds sing on penn ave not at 3am, or ever my slow atom head has interpreted this as a mating song I interview every tree home looking for the bird i want to have a long heart to heart about loneliness i want to remind the bird no one is getting laid tonight i can't find the bird i stand in the parking lot calling out the bird needs to know tomorrow will be better i suppose i hadn't noticed the poet had dropped behind me every sentence i utter he says over and over panic mantra "You're Insane!" I unlock the door he races up the stairs covers his head in a blanket a knock kneed ghost scared of his own shadow It's too late for admissions I stand in the door holding one word between my teeth "Maybe" Bio: Jason Baldinger has spent a life in odd jobs, if only poetry was the strangest of them he’d have far less to talk about. He’s traveled the country and written a few books, the latest of which are The Lower 48 (Six Gallery Press) and The Studs Terkel Blues (Night Ballet Press). A short litany of publishing credits include Blast Furnace, The Glassblock, Lilliput Review, Green Panda Press, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Beatnik Cowboy, In Between Hangovers, Your One Phone Call and Fuck Art, Let’s Dance. You can hear audio versions of some poems on Bandcamp, just type in his name.
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8/27/2016 01:39:29 pm
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