From the summer of 2001. Just remember that many Bothans died to bring you this information.
You and all your friends
unconscious after a brawl
Boo ya! I’m Batman
Warden’s DNA
leaves a trail I must follow
Eww, Gross! I’m Batman
Those Goth Girls are hot!
Check out Harley and Ivy –
Aww yea, I’m Batman
Nigma hiding stuff
in places I can’t reach yet.
Come on! I’m Batman!!
Enough with the vents
Why can’t I blow up a door,
damn it? I’m Batman!
Hallucinogen
Reliving the tragic past.
Mom, dad, I’m Batman
Psychotherapy
Cannot contain my madness –
The Clown Prince of Crime
From the summer of 2001. Just remember that many Bothans died to bring you this information.
These random thoughts conspire
too fleeting, too drawn to shiny objects
like a child who wants to talk –
this one’s about fire, now ghosts, now souls,
now human nature, how aging Christians
will be fed to lions under Obamacare,
now ghosts again — these memories I plead with,
thoughts that zoom past like the metrolink
loud, powerful thoughts with flashing red lights
and bells in the background as I wait patiently –
foot on the brake, mildly entertained, mildly frightened.
Then just when I thought I’ve caught a metaphor,
it pauses, spins mockingly and fades into reality
This one’s apparently from a Vegas trip in June 1992…
A test video using Bob Dylan’s “Forever Young”