How is it Bruce? The Lonely Throne? More money than God but all alone. You usually touch with your knuckles’ tips… that blood? Or rust – in your scarred up rips? Tell me, do you make mistakes beating men into submission? Are you something other than a mask on a human?
Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity
Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are