Kryptonite Soup

A love letter to loners everywhere

Kryptonite Soup

Know at the beginning I love you
Why wait?

I had a thousand nemesis dreams
where I move slow and naked
a cosmos larger than myself
I spoke Spanish like a native born
and flew over quilted landscapes
I’m not from there and never was
made an un-leapable sandwich
and slurped Kryptonite soup
from my solitary confinement 
when the universe exploded
I stayed indoors and got weaker
watched Marlon Brando movies
and I mimicked his every word
I shaved my head, kept it that way
and I can’t even deny what I did

This isn’t my dream, it is yours
a thread of desperation and want
connecting each of us by the asshole
everything you ever wished to forget
you there trying to outrun locomotives
the mad earth boiling under foot
Krypton burning in the night

So I told you that from the start
from one stubborn loner to another
any minute you might go back to dreaming
for good

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This one came to me backwards.

I just heard that title in my head, and the poem followed with some effort. For our most connected era in history, we seem to have a lot of Fortresses of Solitude. Despite all that, I enjoyed a fabulous Fourth of July and much needed time off very far from alone.

Coda

As I worked on this post to all of you, I stumbled on a new video from my old friend and music teacher. Give his new song Star Star a listen.

“a song I wrote about a lake I've never been to, in a country I've never visited, under a sky in a hemisphere of the planet I've never walked beneath”

—Forest Stewart