by Glen Martin Fitch
Our hero? Super?
No! Disguised as me.
Love interest?
You, confused
yet unaware.
The villains:
Space and Time and Gravity
and Luck and Fate,
Lost Confidence, Despair.
The Scene:
A speeding train.
I have to leap upon another
racing near and
use my strength and wits,
unseen through cars to creep,
unlock the coded door, and
light a fuse.
Pressed flesh to flesh
I feel you stretch and moan.
You sense yourself
all powerful, divine.
Just as you realize
you're not alone
I have one sec.
to bump your heart with mine.
Too soon and
I'll be crushed
beneath the train.
Too late?
You're changing hubcaps
in your brain.
Last updated August 23, 2011