zeitgeber What tunnels me is that
suddenly I am not in control
of my own destiny.
I am caught, held, kept,
nailed, cleaved to this constraint.
This alien pressure to wait.
I am Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne,
I am Lois Lane,
standing cold wet ugly in the rain.
waiting to be saved.
I had powers when I took my glasses off
I had powers
in my cape, car, fighting crime
And time and time again I won
I always overcome
Nothing can hold me back or stop me now
Look! that's how! a bird, a plane
A bullet, speeding train
That was me.
This is an alternate reality
Issue zero in a new series selling
Super heroes not so super anymore
The writer's got me gritty
Drawn in black white deep shadows stark lines
With a little bit of red, right?
Gotta show the blood.
Ink splatters sloppily
addressing social issues, current events
In metaphor, I'm nothing more than a sounding board
I am V for victory, Rorschach walking
thinking, writing, about my last stand,
My hand to my belt like Batman
And no way to save anyone
Or me maybe anyway
And what tunnels me is that
Suddenly I am not in control
I am waiting to see
