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I like Superman, but I love Clark Kent...

I like Superman, but I love Clark Kent.
Though, despite the elaborate disguise
Consisting of a single pair of bent,
Simple specs, they're not two different guys
But only one, still I said what I meant:
I like Superman, but I love Clark Kent.

I like Superman, but I love Clark Kent
I guess because one of them's more like me
And does not always get what he wants
And struggles with our vulnerability.
And does not by his perfection command
The adoration of every woman and man
But sits in the back, with nothing to say
Just hoping that Lois Lane looks his way.

She doesn't - her eyes are glued to the sky.

Wake up, Lois! Can't you see the guy
Waiting to love you with all of his might?
He may not leap buildings, he may not fly,
He may not see through you with x-ray eyes,
He might need YOUR help, if that's alright,
From time to time, when his mortal heart cries.

He combs his hair neatly and fights through the crowd,
Decides what to say, and rehearses out loud,
He summons his courage and paces the floor
And with shaking hands knocks on her door.

But she's not even there. And thats what I meant
When I said:
I like Superman, but I love Clark Kent.

Comments

eleka nahmen said…
I dunno, I have a hard time believing that the guy is actually insecure with women, and Lois Lane WAS somewhat bitchy. There's no logical reason to believe that Clark Kent imagines he's not nearly as desirable when he's not wearing spandex, thus rendering him less skilled with the female in love with his alter ego.
7/07/2006 9:43 PM
Matt Haws said…
You political people just don't understand art.
7/08/2006 8:07 AM
eleka nahmen said…
HA! Mainstream Hollywood "Blockbusters" are NOT "art."

Oh, and I have a question for you about an associate of yours, next time I see you.
7/08/2006 7:12 PM
Matt Haws said…
No, silly. The movie wasn't art, my poem was. At least I hoped it was. And of course I wasn't really talking about Superman and Clark Kent in the poem, anyway.

I think I know which associate you mean, but call me sometime and we'll talk.
7/10/2006 7:14 AM
Anonymous said…
I'm touched. Really.
7/10/2006 8:09 PM
topher clark said…
Please tell me that you loved this movie. Because I really, really, loved it, and nobody else seems to have.
7/11/2006 10:34 AM
Matt Haws said…
You did, Chris? Ben and I had a long talk about it, and while we enjoyed it ok, I guess we just see the core of the Superman story differently. Plus I strongly feel the script needed some serious revision. The casting was great, there were some memorable moment, but on the whole it seemed too gimmicky and not about the Superman that we (Ben and I at least) know and love. This poem kind of came out of that conversation. I think I'd give it a C+ or B-, Chris.
7/11/2006 10:40 AM
Anonymous said…
Clark Kent is defined by Lois. As Yin defines Yang, so Lois makes Clark who he is and together they are one whole, in harmony. What is the difference between Superman and Clark? It's Lois. When Clark lets go of the persona imposed upon him by the circumstances of life, and assumes his true nature, and shrugs off the shell in which he is forced to hide himself, and risks his vulnerability to Lois, show her who he really is, he isn't weak at all, he is truly SUPER. So what is the "take home message?" Every Clark, as loveable as he may be, needs to find his Lois. In some cases "ClarK" is only super in her eyes, her world, her heart. The world may see only the quiet guy in the back of the room, but Lois will see her hero. And although the truth is lost to everyone else, nothing could be more real to Lois. You have to take off the glasses now and then, put on the spandex. You have you reach out for Lois' hand if you want her to fly with you, you have to raise that shakey hand to knock on the door, or "Lois" will always look to the sky, she doesn't know it's you she's looking for, without a little clue, she will miss the hero who stands before her.
Go for it Clark, she's out there, I promise, and she needs a hero as much as you need to be one
7/19/2006 12:10 PM
Anonymous said…
I LOVED it matt! You are so.....creative..

I LOVE superman and I LOVE clark kent...they are both Gorgeous....haha
7/19/2006 4:59 PM
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