Commedia at Papryus Place

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Comedia at Pamprus Place

“We cannot, of course, disprove God, just as we can’t disprove

Thor, fairies, leprechauns, & the Flying Spaghetti Monster.”

--Richard Dawkins.

Sometimes I like to just spend a day with Thor,

                             who is quite a whiz at chess

                             when he is not commanding 

                             the thunder.

Spiderman, I suppose, should be called

Spiderboy,             for like Orphan Annie,

                   he never seems to age, sort of stuck

in MARVELous DCeduious time.

                   I try to play hardcore ping pong with him,

but ever damn time 

I am beating him,

he gets peeved, & uses his web slinger

                    to capture the bird in mid-air, &

                                once it gets all sticky & shit,

                                         it’s Game Over.

There is this blue collar bar

I like to stop at         on the dark side of the tracks in   

                                Gotham,

                                Metropolis, &

                                Smallville,          

THE INKSPOT,        & even though there is a franchise of them now,

I still  dig stopping by & chugging green beers with

                                                      Nick Fury,

                                                      John Constantine,

                                                      Sgt. Rock & Sgt. Fury &

                                                      Blackhawk;

               lots of arm wrestling, dangerous dart games &

               terrific war stories. 

I did a ride along with Captain America last week,

& I got to tell you,        that cryonic 50 year vacation he took

                                    seemed to invigorate him.

He prefers to drive a souped-up Hummer,
                  with a red roof,

              a blue body,

& wide white stripes down the middle, &

               he hot rods the hell out of that tank,

                  but several times in a drag race, Batman

leaves him in the rubber smoke

driving his new Batmobile.

I bumped into Bruce Wayne, Bruce Banner, Clark Kent &

                       Peter Parker, all having coffee last Thursday

at Cometbuck’s, & it is so cool to hang out with those dudes

                       when their super hero side is under wraps.

But for me, the rush of the week

was a fly along over the Rockies

strapped to Iron Man,             wearing a helmet & O2 tanks

                                   so that I wouldn’t black out at those

                            supersonic speeds that Tony Stark

                       likes to streak at, & even though

               the winds tore off my clothes

& I arrived bare ass in Asgard,

Loki loaned me some leotards

& Thor flew me home. 

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over on dVerse Poets

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