Superman’s journey to the underworld. Edit

[Erthona]

Edit 1 

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

Now transmission towers press cold   (Now when?)
metal stalks against the earth’s scalp. (into the earth's scalp, colon)
Your dreams still dangle on their wires (period)
like clothes on a line. 

Im superman   (I'm, or I am. This is not texting)
on a bike atop the tallest hill in suburbia, (on my bike)
watching the sun crash.

I pedal so fast
that I’m (riding/flying) faster than a speeding bullet.
The breeze blows your head back together,  (was their head split apart?)
and your dreams, like confetti,
pour over us. (As this is not a common experience a mechanism needs describing)

I bundle you in sheets 
of gauze and bandaids   (Band-Aids, BTW this image doesn't really work. Maybe "surgical tape and gauze")
and tape you to the back of my bike. 
We (and)ride to some place distant. (distant place)

Its a year ago  (It's or it is)
i’m snapping a KitKat in half (I'm)
while you struggle to express
where you want to be.

If this is an "updated" version, then I fail to see why you did not attend to the errors related to the contraction. Taking care of things like this is the first step towards the difference between a poet and not (talent not withstanding).

Too much ambiguity. I've no idea what this is supposed to be saying. No clue at all. I did like the one image of Superman flying down the hill on his bike.

Best,

Dale