Waiting For Superman

Locked up inside the crate a hundred days

Whispered Superman got wedged at the Laundromat washing his shawl

Stuck at the Five and Dime redeeming the day

Clouds trundle by presaging her name like Lois Lane

Singing symphony for Cherubim

Pleading stars for a fleeting wagon

Dancing with strangers while making breaches

Chanting for his earnest arms

Out on the crook vexing to hook a glimpse

Chasing a riposte, insignia mislaid in the abyss, this Metropolis

Spiraling through the midair at a swiftness of light before the twilight.