Where The Super Heroes Fail
Coming swiftly towards Christmas while
All of the boats and their
Pirates swing-
And the oceans look so beautiful, whilst the rose
Bushes are all awash-
And the forts of your harems are always so beautiful
That their colors cannot even be described,
But they keep to themselves,
And keep flying their unsurrendered flags
Underneath the heavens whilst I search for
My own home,
As the sea swells and becomes too beautiful and
Doesn’t even care,
As my sisters travel further and further away from
Me,
As you keep your mouth to my ear, and keep
Wanting to promise me “promises, ”
Forcing me to spend the weekends alone-
Getting massages,
And losing all of my faiths as the sea swells,
And the airplanes fly higher and higher, managing themselves,
And trying to keep up the witchcrafts- whilst, eventually,
I cannot even bother,
As the sunlight burns forever through the windows of
Trailer parks, and the evil I know just gets more
Evil- and the super heroes fail while we all travel back
Again to the shadowy passages of another school.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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