comics

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                                                                from the pavement
                                                                to the talling buildings
                                                                at the news stand
                                                                Detective Double Double Comics

                                                                DC and Marvel
                                                                two new worlds
                                                                historical and living
                                                                within the world
                                                                which had not-yet-formed
                                                                but was already-disappearing

 

 

 

 

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                           1968

                in the cities
                the walls of shadows
                receded from the page

                inward

                the bay was foggy
                the bridge lights
                hung – from overhead to

                the other shore -

                there were solitary
                hills with a small tree that
                reached over the

                boroughs and districts

                the ceiling was bottle green
                the light was a triangle
                and Batman paused

                under his cowl

 

 

 

 

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            I am not blind – but if I could tune my senses as if I were I could be
                  superhuman
                        and no one would know
            my parents were not shot down before me but if I could hold tight and
                  always to what is right I could be immovable
                        and no one would know
            I may not have shrapnel near my heart but if I could create with what is
                  to hand I could transform the world
                        and no one would know
            I may not come from another world but if I live here I could leap
                  buildings with a single bound
                        and no one would know

 

 

 

 

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                            biography

                      I didn’t lose myself in:

Batman’s Cowl Indestructible Scarlet UNCLE Saint Rainbow Batman POW Fantastic Tintin’s Landings FAB Empty Streets Diana Rigg’s Face Hey Hey We’re The Hopkirk’s ‘Jeanie’ Lost in Space MTM’s Make It Magic Roundabout’s Mirrored Movements Infantino’s Green Sky the Legion’s Pastels Sprang’s Angles Star Trek’s Apricot Skies Thor’s Kirby Infantino’s Leaning Skylines Ditko’s Strange M*A*S*H’s Jeeps Tom & Jerry’s Gop & Sto l’Alissa du Porte Etroite the Waltons’ Attic Window the Docks of O’Neill’s Batman the Cardigan of Starsky the Silent Films of Ashby & Altman the Floorboards of Gerber the Next Guest of Parkinson Green-Spined Penguins Adams’ Cape Szymczyk’s Name Kaluta’s Office Window Catcher’s Snowy Streets WCW’s Red Wheelbarrow Pollack’s Still Dramas Gene’s Colan the Watts of Alan Glass Apartments Mayerick’s Holmes John Buscema Dharma Bums’ Mountain Mersey Poets’ Wet Streets Miller’s Rooftop Water-towers Roseanne’s Darlene Cheers’ Coloured Checks Monologues of Desire Ginsberg’s Nod

                      I never had myself
                      to lose in the first place

                      but I found a
                      sense of self
                      in them sheltering

                      from the pointlessness
                      the purposelessness
                      of life

                      which grew to be
                      mark redford

                      but I am neither
                      Mark Redford
                                              – oh … –
                      nor the pointlessness
                                  – phew! –

                      I am just
                      writing these words and you – completingly –
                      are reading them

 

 

 

 

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                                                                                                            comicolor

                                                                                                            by
                                                                                                 the pink wall
                                                                                                            walk
                                                                                                 the teacher and
                                                                                                            pupil

                                                                                                 over the old dustbin
                                                                                                 the teacher opens
                                                                                                            his arm
                                                                                                            to the
                                                                                                 street: the passing
                                                                                                 ochre and green
                                                                                                            cars

 

 

 

 

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                morning in
                Shrewsbury Park
                reading POW comics

        under the apricot sky
        I was wondering what had
        happened to the blue sky
        by the big oak tree

 

 

 

 

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                                                                          my
                                                         superpower

                                                I am not implacable like Superman
                                                         which is my own Kryptonite
                                                I am not grim like the Batman
                                                         which is my own Tragedy
                                                I am not angry like the Hulk
                                                         which is my own Not Being Accepted
                                                I am not strange like Stephen
                                                         which is my own Ambiguity
                                                I am not a human god like Thor
                                                         which is my own Dilemma
                                                I am not webbed in moral struggle like Spiderman
                                                         which is my own Shifted Agenda
                                                I am not fore-sighted like Daredevil
                                                         which is my own Not Being Listened To
                                                I am not mellifluent like the Beast
                                                         which is my own Distrust

                                                         no

                                                my powers are far far greater
                                                than any of these

 

 

 

 

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