Muscle Poems

My heart is like a Superman shirt

Double breasted and barrel chested

We pound our problems into dirt

Clarke had a fake attack

Superman wants his shirt back!

 

The scent of a coming assault

A ready spring for a bloody fall

Clarke and Superman have a spinal clash

A chemical system’s speed and collapse

Mine and my partner’s steady mass.

 

Fear felt as real in the body

The impending doom of near

The scent of assault

The assigning of faults

An unnameable event

Could be that a word

Could chill his steel.

 

Needless and unnecessary

Full of need and necessity

Lois was the culprit

And worth every bit of it all

Love has no form,

Floating and flying

Above rooftops into scorn

The heart of a Superman exists

But Superman does not.