Call Me Kal-El

Living in solitude,
Painful, unhealthy,
Swallow and grin
In all this fame.

Red, yellow, blue
Woolite, Clorox2?
Dependence on none.
Can I give it up?

Saving earthlings
From mischief.
Lois Lame, yeah,
It’s not all great.

Can’t risk my identity,
The only good talks
Are with my enemy.
Lex, a game of checkers?

A mortal pretense,
No heart to heart.
Flight, vision, strength –
Superior quagmire.

Freak, fascination…
Times I want to vanish,
Hug a chunk
Of Kryptonite.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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