Even Superman Drinks Poem by Andrus Cassian

What day of the week has it spawned again
I heard it was Tuesday
did I fly around the planet twice
it feels like Thursday
well can I fly back into bed
close my eyes, reprise my role of the sleeping prince
count sheep, fall under a spell
Don't misinterpret this call for peace
this day lacks hell
it's just Superman against Clark Kent
blacking out both eyes with stoic fists
fighting mirrors instead of evil doers
fighting the thoughts circling around my head
describe a perfect day to me
in a way I wouldn't raise eyebrows in false belief
Describe to the man who can fly to the sun and back
what relaxing feels like
what an experience staring at the clouds would be
flying a kite, any mundane activity
Describe what owl watching
what clutching an owl with all the love in the world would feel like
to a man invulnerable to proper emotion
where saving the day, saving people are all I know
If it's not a catastrophe, a burning building
I wouldn't know what to do
it's exhausting maybe but it's what I do
I don't know how to play the guitar
catch a shooting star
play catch in the dark
I can shoot lasers from my eyes
yet can't sing the blues
nor take a rock in my hand, throw it across a lake
and have it sink with satisfaction
it'd skate across the surface
with no intent on stopping
possibly crashing a ship
property damage I can't repair
Can you tell Clark we're one in the same
well only if Supes would listen
maybe I should open my call book
see if Bruce is available for a drink
but he's got a laundry list of distractions
he could be killing time, busy with that corporation in mind
no shortage of women who would embrace his identity
while I got Louis but I don't know
I don't want her company
there's Diana but I haven't spoken to her in months
I may be the quarterback but I'm looking out for the team
I don't know, I guess I just don't want to be alone with little old me
Does Superman vibe, does Superman know how to rhyme
you'd be surprised
Can Superman do this, do that
Superman thinks too much
even Superman gets angry
even Superman gets sad
even Superman drowns out sadness with music
and this superman's drink of choice is whiskey sour
scotch on the rocks
see you at the docks
Don't tell mom I've been drinking
don't tell Martha I've been drinking
I need the cold of the ice to hit my head
I need something tough to injure me more than kryptonite
a beer on the pier wounds me more than a spear to the chest
because it's not darkseid or apocalypse
it's me and the waves with no sort of escape
and I like the feeling
while I lack the feeling of scope
what is it to the symbol of hope
I can't give it up even if I have a son, a family
but maybe it's all in my head
am I wrong to want these things
am I special or am I made special by the assets I possess
if others had what I have obtained
would they feel the same
or would they have ran away
Today I guess I'm running away
leaving my phone in my room
if anyone needs me, I guess they know how to scream
shine a beacon in the sky
it's beer on the pier o'clock
tick tock
if I can keep the ocean water out
it'll be scotch on the rocks
seeing what the bottom of the ocean looks like
hopefully Aquaman won't mind
I'm not trying to be king of the sea
only finding a place for my melancholy
Maybe I should take a flight back to Kansas
have a sour with pop
race jets and planes
break the sound barrier or maybe my own eardrums
I don't know, anything to get out of my own head
I could talk to Cassian but it's 3 am and he should be sleeping
well so should I
but it's beer on the pier o'clock
scotch on the rocks
empty bottle man on the docks
the night sky feeling so threatening
the threat I can't vanquish
Superman is even powerless against alcohol
even Superman drinks
even Superman's human sometimes