Superman’s journey to the underworld. Edit

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Almost Faster than a Speeding Bullet

I’m Superman
on a bike
atop the tallest hill in Cleves.

You’re the pinata
that pained to set
it’s candy free.

How could I have stoped
a speeding bullet
I didn’t see?


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I saw bits of you scattered 
across a field—fragments swaying
with grasses, and spirits, and reeds.
You smelled of spring and fresh rain. 

Now transmission towers press cold
metal stalks against the earth’s scalp.
Your dreams still dangle on their wires
like clothes on a line. 

Im superman
on a bike atop the tallest hill in suburbia,
watching the sun crash.

I pedal so fast
that I’m faster than a speeding bullet.
The breeze blows your head back together,
and your dreams, like confetti,
pour over us.

I bundle you in sheets 
of gauze and bandaids
and tape you to the back of my bike. 
We ride to some place distant. 

Its a year ago
i’m snapping a KitKat in half
while you struggle to express
where you want to be. 

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You were scattered
across the grasses and reeds
blood mingled with the dew.

You’re in the horizon now
with transmission towers
tethered to what's left
of your eyes.

I’m superman
on a bike
atop the tallest hill in Cleves.

I pedal faster then a speeding bullet,
and the breeze blows
your head back together.

You gasp, “Hell”
I press my palm
tight against your lips.
We ride to Tennessee.