The Amazing Spider-Man

I need to return to this effort.  Purely for my own sake but also to attempt something like thought and reason in a world where I all too often shut down awash in the waves of pop culture and streaming videos on demand from Netflix.

Little time at this direct moment, but here is a poem I had written some months ago I thought to share.

"The Amazing Spider-Man"

 

Dinner before a movie

My wife, myself, and two other couples –

A man’s night out turned evening affair.

We drink happy hour specials and wait anxiously for wings.

Having recently returned from a vacation to my hometown

I have spent the last week grieving the contact

And loneliness my new not-quite-home leaves

With its empty nights

And unreturned calls.

I relish tonight’s attention

And I smile.

I entertain.

I offer wit and banter.

I discuss the great heroes of our age:

Iron-Man, Spider-Man, the Cap and Fury

Their newest adventures and what adventures lay before

In space, on screen and page

And in countless meandering conversations such as this.

My wife whispers to me that I am an obsessed child

And I pause

I am only recounting the stories of others

Their visions, their memories, their greatness

And I find myself at a loss and in search for something real.

Visceral.

A tangible tale of my own to share.

 

Unwilling to lose my audience I grasp

And recount how on yesterday’s run –

I’ve started to run mostly to fix my form you understand;

A hearty chuckle from all around –

On my run I stared to the river cradling the setting sun.

I became distracted by distressed splashing in the distance

And squinting I realized ducks were fighting for the right to mate.

No.

No.

Not that at all.

The males were holding the female’s wings and taking turns –

Have you seen a duck’s penis?  It’s a horrid thing.

A corkscrew of evolution’s bastard parts –

I recount my tale of fowl fornication

Of rape and blood

And a single raised eyebrow from my wife

Accompanied by the silence of my compatriots tells me

Perhaps

I should return to Spider-Man.

Between the fantastic phantasmagoria of my childhood

And the blood of the earth

We need to see these things through a screen

A filter

And in the car I am smacked on the shoulder and scolded for this very thing

My lack of filter

Ruining a pleasant dinner

Before our 8:15 showing of

The Amazing Spider-Man.