gotcha

Tags

1960s, 2012, avenue, Batman, buildings, business, canyon, city, height, life, Riddler, space, speech, streets, Victorian houses

 

 

 

                                gotcha

                right in the middle of the wide open space
                between late-Victorian apartment buildings
                where the avenues and streets acutely dissect
                                on the one side
                and the right-angled 1960s canyon of higher business
                                on the other
                two hundred and seventy feet up will you
                never learn Riddler there is nowhere you can
                show yourself that is safe from my happenstance

 

 

 

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Batman & buildings wormhole: ‘in clear oil air …’
city wormhole: “walking …”
life & speech wormhole: the warp and the plumbing
Riddler wormhole: we play / the game
space wormhole: the practice
streets wormhole: Office at Night, 1940
Victorian houses wormhole: 1963

 

we play / the game

Tags

2011, Batman, game, identity, life, Riddler, sound

 

 

 

                           we play
                           the game

                           in our oil and
                           our costumes

                           I the solver
                           you the foiler

                           squeaking
                           and clinging

                           as we move
                           the pieces

                           the Batman
                           the Riddler

 

 

 

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Batman & identity & life wormhole: sit
game wormhole: out!
Riddler wormhole: tired – diptych
sound wormhole: zok! and pow!

 

tired – diptych

Tags

2012, 6*, Batman, buildings, Catwoman, clouds, distraction, feeling, grey, identity, Joker, mirror, Penguin, people, portrait, Riddler, sleep, sun, teaching, travelling, writing

 

 

 

                                                              tired

                     from sleep
                                   dream about to fight someone
                                                   poke my fingers in his eyes
                                   couldn’t control a class
                     even when angry
                                                   tired
                                   from looking for meaning
                                                              when writing
     drove 150 miles
                                                   nothing magical
                     no gorges of grey cloud
                                   to brace my fresh and steely view
                     sunny day
                                   people stupid
                     all acting lost to their wondrous nature
                                                   I, tired
                     and lost to my wondrous nature through judgement
                                                   stupid stupid stupid

 

                                                      ~ ^o^ ~

 

                                                              the Batman
                                                   is on a mission and a vow
                     absorbed and meticulous
                                   in every activity
                                                   the vow to strike fear
                     the mission to make justice
                                   even if he has to do it himself
     all without knowing his wondrous nature
                                                   at all
                     which cause his shadows and nemeses
                                                              to arise
                                   manifest and garish
                                                   askance and twilight-mirrored across town
                     the Joker – his freedom and adjustment
                                   denied and let wild
                                                   the Riddler – his doubt and guilt
                                   refused and shot with worm
     the Penguin – his child and hurt
                                                   abused and reviled by hope
                     the Catwoman – his love and beauty
                                                                      un-held and awkward to speak

                                   he climbs the outside of buildings
                                                              stupid stupid stupid

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: umbrella duel
buildings wormhole: the end
clouds wormhole: sunny morning
distraction wormhole: session
grey wormhole: “I / am Spartacus”
identity wormhole: zazen
mirror wormhole: ‘small town busy …’
people wormhole: strangers
Riddler wormhole: ‘I am the Riddler …’
sleep wormhole: ‘the smell of gloss paint …’
sun wormhole: ‘set the controls / for the heart of the sun’
teaching wormhole: … someone’s back
travelling wormhole: travelling is fresh
writing wormhole: muse

 

‘I am the Riddler …’

Tags

2012, 5*, Batman, doing, green, identity, question, Riddler, society

 

 

 

                                          I am the Riddler
                                          whatever I say do or think

                                          people just don’t quite get
                                          they think it’s a test

                                          sure that the emperor
                                          has the finest clothes

                                          I remain in green and
                                          covered in question marks

 

 

 

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Batman & identity & Riddler wormhole: gotcha
doing wormhole: uncompletely
green wormhole: ‘8:30 kitchen …’
society wormhole: mirror

 

gotcha

Tags

2012, 5*, avenue, Batman, blue bat, buildings, identity, Riddler, streets

 

 

 

                           gotcha

                right in the middle of the wide open space
                between late-Victorian apartment buildings
                where the avenues and streets acutely dissect
                           on the one side
                and the right-angled 1960s canyon of higher business
                           on the other
                two hundred and seventy feet up will you
                never learn Riddler there is nowhere you can
                show yourself that is safe from my happenstance

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

Batman wormhole: only
blue bat wormhole: The Batline Life-line
buildings wormhole: William Carlos Williams
identity wormhole: wakey wakey / time to get up
Riddler wormhole: lost cape
streets wormhole: holiday

 

lost cape

Tags

2011, 5*, Batman, green, identity, pink, portrait, red bat, Riddler, sky, yellow

 

 

 

                                              lost cape

                      on the yellow boards of the jetty
                                under the pink sky

                      Batman had snagged
                      his assailant                reaching
                      far ahead with a fishing rod

                                aghh but the prey
                      in a green suit and question marks
                      who had effortlessly reached back
                      and guided the rod’s cast
                      was actually the Batman
                                himself

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: Statue of Liberty
green wormhole: Bonus Books
identity wormhole: illusion
pink wormhole: midnight
red bat wormhole: ‘strands as thick as rope …’
Riddler wormhole: we play a game
sky wormhole: c’mon
yellow wormhole: ‘on the smooth road …’

 

we play a game

Tags

2011, 4*, Batman, blue, comics, game, green, grey, identity, portrait, Riddler, speech

 

 

 

                we play a game
                while covered in oil costumes
                I the solver
                you the foiler
                squeaking and clinging
                as we move the pieces
                the Batman
                and the Riddler

 

 

 

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Batman & comics wormholes: brown suit
blue wormhole: dream
green wormhole: ‘I stepped on a twig …’
grey wormhole: 20^th century
identity wormhole: just
Riddler wormhole: riddled
speech wormhole: shifting

 

riddled

Tags

2010, 4*, Batman, black bat, cars, childhood, comics, identity, reality, Riddler

 

 

 

            as Batman
            he could

            climb
            the
            tower

            on the OUTSIDE –

            the tower is
            a landscape
            made vertical –

            at the top –

                     on the pointed roof –

            were thugs
            who beat him
            down with …

                     sleeping gas! –

            he lifted
            into space –

            nothing to hold onto
            but his identity –

            as he caught hold
            of the hour hand
            at one o’clock

            cape lifted
            legs reaching he
            hung above

            the cars stretched
            riddled and alive

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: Saturday / morning / tv
black bat & comics wormhole: Midnight Conference
cars wormhole: loud music
childhood wormhole: Saturday / morning / TV
identity wormhole: ‘in clear …’
reality wormhole: angular hardened and defined