Superhero Blues

Superhero Blues
She calls at four
feeling fat
He offers amphetamines,
maybe Jane Fonda
So she asks about love
and he offers half an hour
Hangs up

London streets alive
with night, dead
with fashion,
of passion
Every body conforms
to tomorrow’s ideal
and yesterday’s culture

He’s all pinstripe trousers,
aquamarine,
black T-shirt proclaims
‘Alphonse Karr was right’
Scattershot double-takes
feel good,
‘cause he still shines

While she watches MTV
Manufactured children
Likes those boys with the hair,
sound like MC5
And somewhere, sure,
a Ramone blank-smiles,
counts needle tracks

So he delivers
and they get gone
Fuck, maybe
She watches the mirror,
asks about love
And he wants to save her
but left his cape at home.