Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Poem # 10 from the Arts Fest Reading

a son of the Greatest generation
..a father of the Alphabet
....a John the Baptist of the Big Boom
....... living under the gilded “W”

...................Watching . . .
............................. & Wishing:

........................................I wish I may,

.................................................I wish I might
......................................................find a chunk
.....................................................................of . . .
..............................................................................Kryptonite



Superman has died .
and he is not the same.

Clark Kent is dead
and Bizarro clark
stands there in his stead.

Lois is a trollop
Perry works for Fox
and Jimmy fancies signing up
to come home in a box.

And the Super one, born again,
according to god’s plan,
cannot speak the language –
says, “Hi, I’m Stuporman.”

Yes, he’s still a man of steel,
but a smirking super fool
who would destroy the world itself
to fit it to his rule.

........................................I wish I may,
.................................................I wish I might
......................................................find a chunk

.....................................................................of . . . ...............................................................................Kryptonite

1 Comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Tom,
Enjoyed your Superman poem. The artist is always at work. Sondra

4:46 PM  

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