He was a little boy,
Who loved the red of a cowboy hat,
The brown of the cowboy boots,
The silver of the unloaded pistols.
He was a boy,
Who carried Woody,
Who laughed at pictures of defeated villains,
Who told his mother that he would grow up,
That he would fight bad guys.
He was a high schooler,
Who sat back and watched Once Upon a Time in the West,
while his friends danced in nightclubs.
He was that kid,
Who pushed back gangs,
To get to that boy just slammed into lockers,
Arms and legs curled up,
A weak barrier against mean fists and strong kicks.
So he saved him too,
Vowing to erase the evil.
He was a hero,
Who battled the voices inside him,
Because they were the bad guys,
Himself armed with scissors and razors
And a mask of smiles and laughters.
He was a hero,
A superman cowboy disguised,
Nobody knew he wanted to fly,
To turn his head and shut his eyes.
The horse ran away,
The Superman can't fly,
The hero put on his red cowboy hat,
His brown cowboy boots,
His silver pistols.
And
Bang!
He was flying.
With the hat, the boots,
and the pistols,
This time,
Loaded.
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Superman Can't Fly
PoetryA collision of sadness, pain, desire and so much more. There are lots of impossible things that we believed to be possible such as mending a broken heart, forgetting a traumatic past and reliving the most joyous moments. Sometimes, it seems like the...
