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Superman Vs the Demons of Un-original Thought
by Bradd HowardAspen Avenue at dusk.
laurel wreaths in every doorway.
the uniformality of each house- depressing.
Underscored by torch songs, sad ditties
Angry scars that gape open at the possibility of difference
Whiskey acrobatics made possible by sheer bored agility
like Frankenstein or your average old lycanthrope
I too am seeking to belong
to have the romance of mistaken identity.
to wear blue leotards and save the earth from its own boredom
but while I battle my enemies with creative thought processes and originality
Most people are still misled by the intrique of polyester
leisure suits.
They are not ready for me.
so instead I save myself. 04/21/2005 Author's Note: Don't know what to say about this one... the poem says it all
Posted on 04/21/2005
Copyright © 2026 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 12/27/06 at 03:05 PM Splendid write, Bradd. I fell in love with this piece. "the uniformality of each house- depressing." I can relate to that one. Here, almost all of the houses are pink/peach and stuck together. It might look "neat" and appeasing to tourists, but it's a pretty horrid place to reside. The palm trees become neauseating after awhile. Anyway, I'm off on tangents. I absolutely adored the last two lines of this. Great work! |
| Posted by Nancy Ames on 03/16/08 at 07:14 PM You have eloquently described the creative person's dilemma in this poem, and the fascism of mediocrity without which we would have nothing to battle... but freedom isn't free, wolf-man. |
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