Let me apologize to begin with
For the way I have to say this to you
Instant and digital with the flawless
12 point form in a unison moment
All these words flow like lies from a child
And flawed, a 1984 Brave New World
Jacked in and online, I swear to God
Microsoft is a virus in my veins and the
Side-effects leave me nauseated and yet
Comforted with the connection I feel
With everyone under this epidemic
And Mac is a twisted strain of my particular
Insanity. Glossy and chic in my pocket, on the go,
Steve Jobs is the ancestor of Doctor Wily
Making *** some bandwagon that needs jumping
Like SkyNet will make me safer, I’ve heard it before

I wish this paper was yellow and crackling
With the orange firelight it was written under
On a sofa, pipe in hand, with the Raven tapping
Melodramatic to the point of genius
Rather then the cliché that emotion has somehow become
And abbreviations become acronyms and symbols
Who has killed the fair maiden of language?
Beautifully laid and strung, pearls upon my page
Folded into my pockets and on the margins of reality
Like a child unwilling to wait to show his parents
The words escape and flee and I panic, pen trembling
Mind to tongue to hand and nerves in the ink
Like meter and scheme trying to restrain this infinite
Strand of DNA that is the flawless combinations of letters
And letters! Curved like a woman tempting and pleasing
To round my pen and finding sanity in the corners and points
Or the cursive dribble of calligraphic art practiced endlessly
By the scholars, monks, orphans, or even the X of a slave
Bearing his mark, leaving himself branded on the page

But I most apologize, I will get carried away
And that is not the way Times New Romans likes it

Dear Superman,
I don’t think you remember me,
The other day you saved me and my mom
From a burning building, we were on the top floor
I was the one that said you were the coolest
You didn’t happen to see my dog Max did you?
We can’t find him but I’m sure he’s fine
Everybody is fine

I was wondering though,
How much can you lift? I mean how strong are you?
A car? A plane? A building? An island?
How long can you hold my dreams on your shoulders?
Can you put Atlas to shame?
I heard you could take a broken heart, and force it together?
Is it true you’re in love with Lois Lane?
What do you do when she wants you to leave her alone,
And you can still see and hear her?
Can only kryptonite pierce your heart?
Or are words sharper? Can Lois break you?
With her heart and Luthor’s mind, what chance do you have?
Those are two muscles you can’t flex
You are after all just a man, an orphan like me.
Cause mom hasn’t come home.
There was too much smoke.

Do you forget about things like food and air?
I’ve seen you fly in space where the oxygen is scarce
I guess you don’t need what we need.
How do you fly? I never see you flap your arms.
Does gravity affect you? Or is there no attraction
Between you and the things around?
Who do you know that can see you without your mask?
Does anybody get to see you naked?
Without your walls and impenetrable skin.
Cause it’s not fair that you get to see us, hear us
And you won’t stop pretending,
Playing with us.

Does a man of steel believe in God?
Surely you could find him out there, you could
Challenge him to an arm wrestling match.
What happens if you win?
Do you believe in heaven?
Or do you even have to believe? If you can look
Through the earth, hear across the universe.
Do you get to visit and talk to the dead?
Have you talked to your parents, caught up?
Can you find my mom?

Why do you hide in a fortress?
What are you protecting yourself from?
From the people you save?
Or from the people you didn’t?
Because perhaps if solitude was your goal,
You should try staying home.
I would like that.