Superman dressed all in red, from your tights to the sweat
on your Neanderthal brow. No thank you, I do not want your emblem
your shield sword key or lock. Take to the sky
all on your own and my feet will find the brittle footpath
and the monkeys in the trees. These vines are perfect
for swinging and raking up dust, you would only be
unwelcome here. So, please click your heels and wish
upon a neon sign, gather up the roses that scent your breath.
Leave me to conjure a tempest on the back of these skunk cabbage leaves.