note: the following was written a few nights ago by Jonathan Montgomery, Shayna Lynn, and me after reading poetry on the radio (link to listen pasted down below) and then going back to my place and watching Birdman.
While Watching Birdman (or: and also a couple of scenes from Jaws 3)
“You’re drinking? “I’m having a beer.”
I’m having a Batman
My hairpiece removes 20 drinking years
While also looking back fondly on the days
when we couldn’t turn our neck
I’m having a Hulk
–the better one
Make it a double green
like shamrocked ass cheeks
with extra why-me?
and shaken angry/not stirred
Ok! Look who just walked in the theater bar…
A chance at being heard
leaving behind a telekinetic scene
screaming things like:
I want to hide my pot
in your peanut butter!
And ‘It’s only real if I’m hard’
“I need to feel real”
He can only fuck if they’re watching
so if you’d
you know,
like to look at me later
that’d take care of the watching
That’s hard too. Get self respect!
that’s how you keep yourself
on the edge of “did I
just do that?”
That’s how you make
a gravy & tomato sandwich
when all you’ve got is bread
(Who wrote this?)
The drunk on the stage
begging for flour
I am my busted nose’s
worst dream
I’m not afraid to bleed
When is he going to fly?
maybe as soon as it stops
snowing outside
Is there gonna be a blow scene?
Hold on a voice is talking to me
(Deep growl) Truth or Dare:
stick the long tracking shot
part of my penis
all the way into your mouth
He can only fuck when they’re watching
“Let em watch she says”
Is this my finest hair piece?
This is what we talk about
when we talk about
watching two people eat soup
one person takes turns being
the spoon
the other person takes turns
being the mouth
The critic Campbell’s labels
her actless opinions
Everyone gets fifteen minutes
of Warhol
which will take at least 30 minutes
of whisky to wash the Warhol out
Technicolor stew pot situations
the Birdman will rise again
I’m Birdman!
Everything we’ve ever lost
is Birdman!
the sock stuck behind the dryer
–Birdman—
the cereal that falls on the floor
and rolls under the fridge
–Birdman—
The guy you used to know
who was half-bird
is half bird man
like your love for me,
half Birdman
maybe your affections are
a seagull gliding over the ocean
or a jellyfish
half-fish
half-jelly
The final act is a toaster
on number 6
Croutons or cracker bang?
the toast gets confused
but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t love you
even though it doesn’t love you
Pop
goes the toast
Big baby’s a banger
hope he wins a Tony
and if not a Tony
at the very least
a Ralph
Hope he gets a beak
for a new nose
or maybe a Joker face
or a new nose that can tell
the difference between Twitter
and my life in paint
a Darwinian adaptation
bright yellow or orange
neon
A nose as big as
the nose building
in New York City
a face the size of daydreams
Cauliflower clouded
the few, did you see?
And landed with a
symbol crash?
the natives,
being no fan of percussions,
shot arrows into the very
heart of things
Birdman doesn’t eat seeds
But Seed-Man eats birds
and Seedbird eats man
when it’s on sale
And Jaws eats man whenever
Da nunn, Da nunn…
3D fish head
I didn’t need that leg anyways
we’ll just forward to the part
where he eats in the tube
CHOMP!
(Michael Keaton, we love you)
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