Symbiots and Seismic Activity
Empathy
is what I
need. And
I don't know if
I will ever get that.
Superheroes have to
work too. Capes cost
more than one would
think. Empathy.......
One hopes, but one
is clear: All Signs
point westward. Away.
With the blinders and
a jet-pack. A key on
my chest, and goggles
to the wind.............
But, my fuel is low,
and a villain is in the
works. A sequel perhaps?
Eh, the market is too new.
Sometimes a one-hit
wonder, serves up
enough plot for decades.
It's in negotiations, but I
am on a skyscraper. People
below. Left to fend for themselves,
against themselves. And they have the means.
Long ago, a Stellar smile on Time. A rock flex of
the bicep on People. Dynamic duo. Spandex
flashing against the backdrop offered plenty of
distractions. But now, reading the current issues
leaves global warming in the dust. And headlines
grow more comfortable everyday................
What do I do when heroes and villains share
the same face? When the symbiots appear grey
instead of black? When their faces meet with
unsure tentacles intertwined, dividing and
perpetuating. The mad doctors have the warm
sane stare of the benevolent genius. When
alien infections blur their retinas in 20/20.
And the mild-mannered reporters own the greedy pens
of a thousand paparazzi. Their notes looking more like blueprints on sand without lines as the timer counts down forever. Sigh.
My suit is too small. And I never thought it would rip. Are superheroes meant to wear cotton? Seems like a fitting change, but this tag, it itches me. The logo is so
small. And these pants are a kind of bland, material. Not comfortable yet. But unusually strong. Maybe it really will get the job done. I will be far enough away from
the blast, diffusing my own bombs, made of new and fresh material... Man, these shoes are heavy too, and with every step a wall falls. Funny though, it's just a coincidence.
It's all of their seismic dancing that will bring this city down. I may catch a wiff of the dust, and maybe I will look for survivors. But first things first. I think I'll walk to work today.
is what I
need. And
I don't know if
I will ever get that.
Superheroes have to
work too. Capes cost
more than one would
think. Empathy.......
One hopes, but one
is clear: All Signs
point westward. Away.
With the blinders and
a jet-pack. A key on
my chest, and goggles
to the wind.............
But, my fuel is low,
and a villain is in the
works. A sequel perhaps?
Eh, the market is too new.
Sometimes a one-hit
wonder, serves up
enough plot for decades.
It's in negotiations, but I
am on a skyscraper. People
below. Left to fend for themselves,
against themselves. And they have the means.
Long ago, a Stellar smile on Time. A rock flex of
the bicep on People. Dynamic duo. Spandex
flashing against the backdrop offered plenty of
distractions. But now, reading the current issues
leaves global warming in the dust. And headlines
grow more comfortable everyday................
What do I do when heroes and villains share
the same face? When the symbiots appear grey
instead of black? When their faces meet with
unsure tentacles intertwined, dividing and
perpetuating. The mad doctors have the warm
sane stare of the benevolent genius. When
alien infections blur their retinas in 20/20.
And the mild-mannered reporters own the greedy pens
of a thousand paparazzi. Their notes looking more like blueprints on sand without lines as the timer counts down forever. Sigh.
My suit is too small. And I never thought it would rip. Are superheroes meant to wear cotton? Seems like a fitting change, but this tag, it itches me. The logo is so
small. And these pants are a kind of bland, material. Not comfortable yet. But unusually strong. Maybe it really will get the job done. I will be far enough away from
the blast, diffusing my own bombs, made of new and fresh material... Man, these shoes are heavy too, and with every step a wall falls. Funny though, it's just a coincidence.
It's all of their seismic dancing that will bring this city down. I may catch a wiff of the dust, and maybe I will look for survivors. But first things first. I think I'll walk to work today.