Stop superpower wish wasting

Who needs the ability to fly or turn invisible
when you can freeze time?
And unfreeze it.

Try. Just once.
Or make a habit of it,
a twelve step program.
Try. Leave your molecular makeup
Out to thaw overnight.
Rub it invisible,
look through the window.

Look at the swatches of celestial doublespeak,
Galactic tombstones
Defying everything you know and don’t know and forgot to ask.

Eyes become death’s speculum,
Pry open something you can’t see because
You lost your bifocals and all interest in pap smears.

Go scale a wall or become a fish,
turn your left fin into a hook.
Reel yourself in,
into a can of white chunk tuna, but
Hold the mayo, cowboy.

This isn’t Texas. Or Wyoming.
And Andrew Jackson can go
flush himself
down History’s toilet
and America can wipe its ass on
A twenty
and go back to sleep.

No worries about waking
Because synaptic sizzle
Smells like hair burnt over reason
And foresight.

Go take yourself costume shopping
and don’t pay the bill.
And don’t steal.
You’d make a great onomatopoeia,
worth mischief night’s candy dictionary
and a barrel full of having to hear yourself speak.

I’ll save you a razor blade apple
and you keep on wishing.
Keep playing dress-up,
but I,
I have no time for games.
Too busy freezing and unfreezing
and being my own unmarked grave.