I'm Not Really Super, Man

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The Venting Hour

after the late shift

the swipe outs, the peace outs,

returning the fake good-byes

and the fuck yous

time to resurface and slide north

when I'm here, I'm professional guy

the easy-going, mild mannered,

never-has-problems-with employee

with a slew of CT scan calls, lab observations,

training rookies and listening to

the X-ray techs bitch and moan

I'm laid back and reserved

but it's like once I leave that piece,

I get the sense of some sort of rebellion,

like Clark Kent jumping in the phone booth

about to save lives on the other side of the city

as a totally different person

yeah, I get my rebel on

but the atmosphere is so refreshed

and serene, and built for my presence

those same folks never saw that side

the: beer vendor, wine tasting attendee

(who would've thought)

the intermediate bowler, the writer,

the garment retailer, the actor working

for that lil piece of change,

clothing and shoe donator for the homeless,

movie critic

and lover.

And when it's time to put away that cape by day,

Clark Kent returns back to his domain

as one or two watches from the sidelines

and wonders......

how I manage to keep an impeccable balance

in the circle of all this hot air....



....yeah, whatchu REALLY know 'bout me?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I needed to write something to vent about....I'm not too crazy about this one, though. It's pretty much characteristics of what I do outside from my day job. *sighs*

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Shaketa Copelin's picture

Yeah, but I'm feelin' this though. You expressed yourself well here and I enjoyed it. Mr. Clarke Kent. And yes, Clarke could get it. He could even keep those sexy ass glasses on. LMAO!