In comics and legends, the hero
always has a power,
a secret kept from them,
that emerges,
separates them from the mundane.
consider an elderly man
he can read everyone’s mind
was told this by his mother
and also told
it was the height of rudeness
to act on or acknowledge his gift.
so every time the butcher
laid a chop-thick thumb on the scale
or his doctor thought harder
about his nurse’s behind
than the history of pleurisy
that tormented his family
he let it pass through his mind.
those little transgressions
adding to nothing
but going to sleep each night
he couldn’t help pulling around
a blanket of dreams
that bounced off the ionosphere
like radio signals, a flood ,
fantasies from many cultures
pursued and made love to
until he fell through
the trap door of his mind
into his still, singular innards
cut off from everyone else
God of his skull
basking in dark and silence
to dream of an afterlife
that was just a blank eternity

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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