Spidey 2

i don’t care about enough about spiderman anymore
i’ve got new highs to conquer
speeding isn’t just a bad habit for me
it’s a fucking way of life

i love passing that stupid
sales rep in his Volvo
his can’t buy a bmw no more
blues.

better yet, that dumb old lady
barely
head above wheel,driving the extremely
piped, 150 mph juicer
with enough go to blow by the bag of social security bought
catfood

she ain’t got no resistance to
gee
force her bladder
round another one of life’s yellow wet curves

so she

hauls the great grandson’s car for a trip beyond the wal
green’s geriatric strength
fiber in aisle four. . .

and i’ve absolutely got to marvel

at the impact a lone goddamned squad car
creates when a bunch of caffeine jazzed office temps, sales reps, late for work—
gotta make a dollar to pay the man====clockpunchers====
people who would be driving at least 15 em-pee-ache over the posted are
slowed to a fucking crawl by one goddamned blue n white toddling along in the fast lane
five miles under what jesus himself would have found absurdly slow==peak fucking morning rush hour, no less==and officer krupke is in no hurry to get to the dance at the gym==

like some freakish indy pace car, he just creeps along. watching
anticipation grow in the stack of trailing cars

No
one dares
pass==
yellow cautions waved and no one will risk getting black flagged for breaking order

my foot moves to the clutch
i can feel the bastard ready to pull off to the side
some coffeehouse pitstop
or a mid morning toss at mrs krupke

green flag drops and I am ready for that hole shot,
break from the ranks of the mediocre==
and get around that chickenshit motherfucker
who has tied us up for so long with his retired silver dream
Airstreamer
his pace adjusted just below acceptance of dear daddy
death

i am a concrete and yellow line superhero

spandex beneath tweed

captain America is somewhere else again…peterparker is staring at the streetlights below…