Post by AQUA SALZ! on Jan 22, 2021 0:01:41 GMT 1
Don’t be frightened of the p-word in the subject-line! Just want to share these.
“Kryptonite”
by Ron Koertge
“Where Are You Now, Batman?”
by Brian Patten
“Kryptonite”
by Ron Koertge
Lois liked the see the bullets bounce
off Superman’s chest, and of course
she was proud when he leaned into
a locomotive and saved the crippled
orphan who had fallen on the tracks.
Yet on those long nights when he was
readjusting longitude or destroying
a meteor headed right for some nun,
Lois considered carrying just a smidgen
of kryptonite in her purse or at least
making a tincture to dab behind her ears.
She pictured his knees giving way,
the color draining from his cheeks.
He’d lie on the couch like a guy with
the flu, too weak to paint the front
porch or take out the garbage. She
could peek down his tights or draw
on his cheek with a ball point. She
might even muss his hair and slap
him around.
“Hey, what’d I do?” he’d croak just
like a regular boyfriend. At last.
off Superman’s chest, and of course
she was proud when he leaned into
a locomotive and saved the crippled
orphan who had fallen on the tracks.
Yet on those long nights when he was
readjusting longitude or destroying
a meteor headed right for some nun,
Lois considered carrying just a smidgen
of kryptonite in her purse or at least
making a tincture to dab behind her ears.
She pictured his knees giving way,
the color draining from his cheeks.
He’d lie on the couch like a guy with
the flu, too weak to paint the front
porch or take out the garbage. She
could peek down his tights or draw
on his cheek with a ball point. She
might even muss his hair and slap
him around.
“Hey, what’d I do?” he’d croak just
like a regular boyfriend. At last.
“Where Are You Now, Batman?”
by Brian Patten
Where are you now, Batman? Now that Aunt Heriot has
reported Robin missing
And Superman’s fallen asleep in the sixpenny childhood
seats?
Where are you now that Captain Marvel’s SHAZAM! echoes
round the auditorium,
The magicians don’t hear it,
Must all be deaf…or dead…
The Purple Monster who came down from the Purple Planet
disguised as a man
Is wandering aimlessly about the streets
With no way of getting back.
Sir Galahad’s been strangled by the Incredible Living Trees,
Zorro killed by his own sword.
Blackhawk has buried the last of his companions
And has now gone off to commit suicide in the disused
Hangars of Innocence.
The Monster and the Ape still fight it out in a room
Where the walls are continually closing;
Rocketman’s fuel tanks gave out over London.
Even Flash Gordon’s lost, podgy and helpless
He wanders among the stars
Weeping over the robots he loved
Half a universe ago.
My celluloid companions, it’s only a few
years
Since I first knew you. Yet something in us has already faded.
Has the Terrible Fiend, That Ghastly Adversary,
Mr Old Age, Caught you in his deadly trap,
And come finally to polish you off,
His machinegun dripping with years…?
reported Robin missing
And Superman’s fallen asleep in the sixpenny childhood
seats?
Where are you now that Captain Marvel’s SHAZAM! echoes
round the auditorium,
The magicians don’t hear it,
Must all be deaf…or dead…
The Purple Monster who came down from the Purple Planet
disguised as a man
Is wandering aimlessly about the streets
With no way of getting back.
Sir Galahad’s been strangled by the Incredible Living Trees,
Zorro killed by his own sword.
Blackhawk has buried the last of his companions
And has now gone off to commit suicide in the disused
Hangars of Innocence.
The Monster and the Ape still fight it out in a room
Where the walls are continually closing;
Rocketman’s fuel tanks gave out over London.
Even Flash Gordon’s lost, podgy and helpless
He wanders among the stars
Weeping over the robots he loved
Half a universe ago.
My celluloid companions, it’s only a few
years
Since I first knew you. Yet something in us has already faded.
Has the Terrible Fiend, That Ghastly Adversary,
Mr Old Age, Caught you in his deadly trap,
And come finally to polish you off,
His machinegun dripping with years…?