about his professional regrets.
He’ll give you an answer like, I never got
Superman on my couch.
Wanted to dig into that schizoid
treasure trove,
suppressed sexual longings
and delusions of flight,
zipping counterclockwise
around and around the planet Earth
to reverse the otherwise
inexorable
passage of time – delusions strong enough
to bounce bullets off his chest
aggravated by a sense of
complete inadequacy
under the influence of a red sun.
Deep sigh.
As soon as you saw
the matching boots and cape
you just knew
he had some delicious issues
going on.
He’ll give you an answer like, I never got
Superman on my couch.
Wanted to dig into that schizoid
treasure trove,
suppressed sexual longings
and delusions of flight,
zipping counterclockwise
around and around the planet Earth
to reverse the otherwise
inexorable
passage of time – delusions strong enough
to bounce bullets off his chest
aggravated by a sense of
complete inadequacy
under the influence of a red sun.
Deep sigh.
As soon as you saw
the matching boots and cape
you just knew
he had some delicious issues
going on.
(originally appeared on Scars Publications website; will appear in cc&d magazine in May 2012)
