he had set up the
reading

he was one of the foremost practitioners
of concrete poetry
and after I read I went
up there to where he
lived

his place was high in the
mountains and
we drank and looked out the large
window at very large
birds
flying about

gliding mostly

he said they were eagles
(he might have been putting me 
on)

and his wife played the
piano

a bit of
Brahms

he didn’t talk
much

he was a concrete 
man

his wife was very 
beautiful

and the way the eagles
glided

that was very beautiful
also

then it was twilight

then it was night

and you couldn’t see the eagles
anymore

it had been an afternoon 
reading

we drank until one
a.m.

then I got into my car
and drove the winding
narrow road

d
  o
    w
      n

I was too drunk to fear the
danger

when I got to my place I
drank two bottles of

beer and went to
bed.

then the phone
rang

it was my
girlfriend

she had been calling all
night

she was angry

she accused me of fornicating with
another

I told her about the beautiful
eagles

how they glided

and that I had been with a concrete
man

bullshit
she said
and hung
up

I stretched out there
looked at the ceiling and
wondered what the eagles
ate

then the phone rang
again

and she asked

did the concrete man have a
concrete wife and did you stick your  
dick in her?

no
I answered
I fucked an
eagle

she hung up
again

concrete poetry
I thought
what the hell is
it?

then I went to sleep and I
slept and I
slept.