Originally created as a spoken word piece for the Sunday afternoon poetry readings at Buddies In Bad Times Theatre, hosted by David Bateman with Patricia Wilson. Limited copies are available through the theatre or Glad Day Bookshop. November 2021.
My Superman Pez Dispenser
I love my Pez dispenser,
I think I might propose
That plastic face,
that long, lean waist
A sweet ejection
From just below its face
I love my Pez dispenser,
I think I might propose
My Poor Superman
I’m just a beginner
But if I fill it back up
Can I have you for
dinner?
A night on the town
I’ll wear my best gown
I’ll book a cheap motel
Where maybe he can go down
That spring-loaded mouth
It couldn’t be kinder
I know it’d be safe
Because I read it on his Grindr
I love you Pez dispenser,
I think I might propose
All shiny and plastic
Trip my light fantastic
A Sisyphus without Syphilis
Pushing boulders shaped like little blue pills
Together, forever
Until we grow old
My hand his your backside
He’ll do what he’s told
I love my Pez dispenser, I think I might propose
Oh, Superman
he’s perfect
I wish I was too
So I will eat all of his insides
Then I might be perfect too
