Published: 2 September 2025

le sang de Superman

Who would pay for Superman’s blood?
What would it be worth?
If you injected yourself with it
what would you become?
Would you be super …
or more …?
What would you pay for Superman’s blood?

What did Superman pay for his blood?
Taken from his family, world, all he never knew
what is the cost of Superman’s blood?
Does being Superman pay for what he is not?
Is it better he knows or doesn’t know what he lost?

Is Superman’s ignorance his greatest power?
What makes him invulnerable?
Knowing or never knowing
remembering or nothing to remember?
Does he know we always remake the past
because of the beliefs and desires of our ancestors?
Does he feel the river of what came before him
carve the world beneath it with rivers, seas, oceans
create the land where all were super?

Inheritance

What child refuses the gifts of his parents?
What child has so little love for his parents he abandons them
and replaces them with aliens?
What child would believe it was all a mistake
he was a mistake?
How could he understand?
He who could never forget anything
except what he didn’t know, never knew.
He who has so much more than any one before
Who is the man that says I will not be king?

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A Killer And A Scholar

He had a spider web tattoo on his elbow,
a holograph of an eye on his lapel,
his complexion was smooth and uneven,
a killer and a scholar, you could tell.

Describe the ripples on a lake

First, disregard the word shimmer.
too rapidly it decays into simmer,
shunner, slimmer, suddenly slum
slam, slammer summer. It will not
stand, it dissolves upon reflection.

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

The world is so poetic

Leaving the subway station,
the tile floor is bandaged
with hundreds of magazine covers
all featuring Britney Spears,

not enough glue

all the glue on earth
is not enough to hold
this broken heart together
all the brains on earth
are not enough to disprove

My life as snow

I wanted to be electricity,
but I became snow instead.
No medium of communication,
a medium of coruscation.
I lie bright, unblinking in the sun,

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oh to be hated

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

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