a meek bespectacled man in close-up
grotesque insectoid mouth parts reflected in a corrective lens
the dorko office worker’s body swells, smokes, cracks,
nuclear white light stabbing outta the cracks
dorko office worker throws his head back, emitting a primal howl
foregrounded, he expands unto explosion
fires burning amid rubble
‘cause dorko carries his rubblemind everywhere he goes
a shadow stands up in the Deep Background,
so much impenetrable lore
stirring orchestral rock theme
gang of rubbery insect head villains staggering onto their collective backfoot
I stride out of the flame, new steel (actually plastic) body’n’being ready to give battle
just look
you’ll find no trace of meats on me
not now
choreographies of fate
villains all fucked from the moment of cosmogenesis
my punches land
sparks fly
rubbery bug heads burst
my kicks connect
I put my foot through a stomach
guts’n’circuits evacuated through an exploding lower back
fuck your lumbar
but antagonistic goo doesn’t stick to me
not when I activate my Justice Boil
which hots up my body
to obliterate all Enemy Impurities
see the slime cook off
of course
there’s this monumental cosmic plot
there’s a sinister (not so) secret organization
there’s two puppet masters
one for the first half
another for the second half
‘cause you need a (not so) surprise twist
at the halfway point
makes up for the budget cuts
at that very same halfway point
which is also the scientifically determined threshold
beyond which advertiser buy-in declines precipitously
sure,
we live in hope
of breaking in
to the Big Picture
but we know
realistically
that we’re likely just to rate Flavor of the Moment
good memories for the completionist faithful
someone’ll rework our shit into a YouTube retrospective
a decade down the line
assuming no nuclear war
assuming no giant meteor
assuming YouTube doesn’t precipitously lose its global audience and/or burn through it’s server storage
me
I live in the moment
fuck legacy
fuck Big Picture
I likely won’t even be played by the same actor/stunt performer duo even if the hype wheel rotates through my nostalgia star sign
giving Justice Prevailer a series re-up
but I’ll live on
amorphous spirit of ass-kicking transforming heroics
I should be called
Pattern Prevailer
something like that
gooey puddles and chunks of goon squad
all over the asphalt parking lot
the dead mall cast as the monster of the week’s domain
explodes elaborately
every episode
a guaranteed dead mall demolition
each time
couldn’t shoot too many fight scenes inside ‘em
one stunt guy got a bad lung infection from some cursed air
three more were injured in a sudden food court collapse
so the brawls and swordplay and raygun shootouts are typically staged in the desolate parking lots
it fucked up the original logic of the teleplays
but no one noticed anyways
mighty steel
actually plastic
body
turns its back to us
striding from the foreground
into the fires of the Deep Background
more impenetrable lore
so there I go
back to the meats
and gone
