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poetry
by Norm Breyfogle

All in the Family

Whack

Fermented Spirits

Now

Lexus

Kathy

Hoo-ha!

The Daring Young Drafter

Comeback

Judy-sweet

Icarus

Spider's Dance

Christ in my Heart

Phoenix

Secret

Merry Krismiss

Politics

Hug

Freezing

Ketosis

Batman

King Id

Steppin' In

Self Unbanned

Happy Birthday

Ding Dong

Spank Your Monkey

Supreme Identity

Contrary Trees

Defiance

Today be a Birthday

Freak Advice

Ala Yoda

The Cartoonist

Unrequited

Propoganda Day

Chain of Pain

Mastery

Limericks

Balls

Times

Bend, Don't Break

Viceroy!

Nowhere

The Drunk

Jip

Spotless

Grey Goo

No Choice

Allowance

Lulu

Monkey Dick Wine

Samadhi Found

Gently

Lisa

Janke

'Fi were Pope

Heaven

Luny Dance

Comedians

Netzer Returns

Grist for her Mill

Thanksgiving

System Shocks

Pyramid of Death

Truth

Fermata

Muse

Batman

In bleak alleyways, vile mischief abounds:
five city blocks mysteriously razed.
Soon ransom’s demanded; some ingenious kook
swears he’ll destroy all unless he is paid.

Despite muddled clues, inscrutable plots,
a keen intellect deduces the facts.
With invincible will and science like art,
this bold one guards against all evil acts.

Whisper of movement, liquified shadow,
amid Gothic spires he arrives unseen.
Swooping on his prey like some nocturnal beast
his nightmare visage spurs cowards to flee.

Now potent blows of battle stupendous
pin the masked martial arts lord to a wall;
the criminal leader, secretly enhanced,
employs matchless force ‘til the dark hero falls.

Fueled by mindless, superstitious dread,
the monster pummels the knight on the ground.
Panicked, the blockbuster only desists
when he notes from his victim no movement or sound.

Turning, triumphantly gloating with glee,
the mean mutant victor miscalculates;
the acme of acumen laid at his feet
preprogrammed his mind to remodulate!

Almost unconscious, as if in a dream,
the broken bat-thing wills itself to rise.
This nightmare of felons, this demon, this bane,
will never give up, will always surprise.

Like a vengeful wraith back live from the dead,
unquenchable spirit enflamed in his eyes,
he strikes such deep shock in the mad giant’s heart,
no resistance can the crook mobilize.

One last blow, delivered to unguarded nerve,
finishes the fray, and the Batman takes flight.
Gotham is saved; not one innocent was harmed,
as sirens howl close, peircing through the night.

 

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