Superman, attributed to himself
yet only the car was made of steel.
His future lingers past dawn, resting
on the horizon forever intangible.

Still he fights forward unaware
old surroundings dismembered by sights and sounds.
His actions harmless in intent due to
the incontinence of his thoughts.

Ideas swerving in and out of his mind
casting shadows over his eyes.
Illusive objects moving while still,
jumping out and standing instantly.

Kryptonite in the form of a dream,
empty nothingness, brought on by a final happy thought.


One thought on “Superman

  1. This is an amazing poem. The juxtaposition between this person actions, believing his Superman, and the high morality that is Superman, I just don’t know where to begin, just a really thought provoking piece.


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