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“We cannot, of course, disprove God, just as we can’t disprove
Thor, fairies, leprechauns, & the Flying Spaghetti Monster.”
Sometimes I like to just spend a day with Thor,
who is quite a whiz at chess
when he is not commanding
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
THE INKSPOT, & even though there is a franchise of them now,
I still dig stopping by & chugging green beers with
Sgt. Rock & Sgt. Fury &
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,
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.
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