I may send this to Rabbit as nonfiction poetry.
Digging through my files, being of no fixed address and without papers
to prove my identity as an Australian citizen I found some old drafts of
sonnets which I was far too frightened to publish and later rewrote into
this longer poem (1993) again which I was too fearful to publish. Do not
confuse nonfiction with not fiction.
Critical and editing comments are most welcome. I have edited some of it.
DEATH OF SUPERMAN
and superman is proclaimed dead today
spilling blood rolls boulders to mountain tops
desire lines
a comic book page
faces of generations innocent adolescence
cling wrapped in clear polythene with a comic poster funeral parade
from desire to economic gain
on the third day
(marvel comics made superman dead)
ten year old memories make preparations when death comes
and superman's king today
flies at half mast joins the parade
passing pleasure ripples running
electric tastes taken prisoner
propelled; do it please feed me
sweet every inch a king's large
fortune blast science laser
guns with high pitch squeals
(fear to tread and fools rush in)
tongues make fools deflowered with greed
and almost full blue moon shines through
thin cloud and flying foxes on morton bay figs flap
awkward zigzags not graceful straight soars like
eagles high gliding to dots and swooping to plains
kidnapping for top god pleasures (oiled profits)
tease open the hole in the ground and let it flow
stand hard quick banging strokes nice slippery
(terrorist forbidden)
You! my Apollo Greek god
adorned today in sweet form your waist and ways slight you mince
a recipe to go fly a kite ecstasy cuts dragon's laughter shakes
a silver line into spoon lit by moon fierce light the syringe
plunges in laughing full moon stare
city back lanes glow in the dark
syringe empty of heroin Apollo
taste smack in mouth back
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