Supergirl Blues I
After the Whippoorwill Wars
left the best method actors
among us mute,
or the children
making cat's cradles
with their eyes,
hardly possible, I know,
You and I go collecting
small tree stumps
in the night.
You say Use this
for a crotch.
You say enter me
and make me sprout.
Supergirl Blues II
Her plastic dolls
still land safely
from three floors
even when she's
smashing glass figurines.
The shrink with a kink
says she's acting out.
But I know she's just tired
from trying to save the world
from men with penis implants
that melt during sex,
from men with their father's
old heroin tracks
imprinted on their brains.
Supergirl Blues III
I think we should both
go down by Winscler's Pond
and drown. After all,
our lives are endless Tuesdays
that do nothing but yawn.
When the search parties skim
our reflections, our little sisters
will be so giddy, will build tunnels
leading to Grandmother's
buried eunichs who died
with a smile.
After the Whippoorwill Wars
left the best method actors
among us mute,
or the children
making cat's cradles
with their eyes,
hardly possible, I know,
You and I go collecting
small tree stumps
in the night.
You say Use this
for a crotch.
You say enter me
and make me sprout.
Supergirl Blues II
Her plastic dolls
still land safely
from three floors
even when she's
smashing glass figurines.
The shrink with a kink
says she's acting out.
But I know she's just tired
from trying to save the world
from men with penis implants
that melt during sex,
from men with their father's
old heroin tracks
imprinted on their brains.
Supergirl Blues III
I think we should both
go down by Winscler's Pond
and drown. After all,
our lives are endless Tuesdays
that do nothing but yawn.
When the search parties skim
our reflections, our little sisters
will be so giddy, will build tunnels
leading to Grandmother's
buried eunichs who died
with a smile.