A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, March 25, 2023

reboot city

Our good, old characters 
- always in primes of lives, 
natch - have grown too set, 
too shiny in long arcs that 
always end up fine, and 
no change to tip with. 

Nothing let to surprise 
any party with but wet
-eared geeks, not even 
fledged, not even newborn 
yet when those salad days 
flew. 

They best and worst of 
these fan-hacks peck
endlessly in ancient 
canon's fire to piss on 
and out-argue each other 

over who'd win in a fight 
for real. Shitcan the whole 
continuum everyone loved 
too much to change forever!

Buff them up to total! No, 
too buff. Tits and butts out
everywhere, sales in the crapper 
and critics smell land ho! Nerf 
them down hard to realistic, 
cynical misanthropes like 

we all know the powerful 
must be behind their caped 
(backwards bib, baby) ass 
backs. Oh man what that 

writer just did to who looked 
at first a bit super was foul. OK
cut, print, adapted to screen 

out the real fans 

who once understood these 
arcs and plots, by archetype
and butt-trope. Lampshade 
it to caramelized charcoal
lumps, kids. But ugly as 

hell, and inert. Unflammable. 
Not "in-" now, nor ever was 

not like this. Kid yourself, 
if you want an action character 
to look up to? Don't look at us. 

Make your own. Hard, fast, 
more real and fixed wherever 
it breaks. Stern stuff, child. 

You too were made once, 
and that will 

be your undoing. 

maybe 
might
can do 
me if 
that's alright with you, 
too, sweet toot? Peep 
on, chime in, whistle 
stop and spot the bright 
ops 

now holding 
on all lines open

don't forget to wait 
for the moving picture. 
If come too soon, and gone 

call it a miss, adventurer. 
And far forth right on. 

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