Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

revenge of the cat 

 

you always fancied yourself as batman

gotham's dark knight,

but you're just the joker caught

in a masquerade

with harley quinn;

i can see right through your disguise

there are no wheel chairs that

can keep the truth

from being exposed—

and i know you don't think much of me

but you will see underestimating

me is a mistake,

i am more than you can fathom;

you should have just laid in that vat of poison

because even ivy cannot save you from

the fate i will bestow upon you

come seek the cat

i will show you that i have nine lives,

but you only have one—

every choir in my head is singing for your sorrow

for all the tears you've poured down my 

cheeks in their lead.

the last laugh  

 

you're no superman,

and i'm not lois lane;

you're no batman,

and i'm no

catwoman;

you're no cyclops

because i'm jean grey

i can show you kindness but 

also the wrath of the

phoenix

burning brightly in me

is this passion

that will never die—

i thought maybe you could help

save me from myself,

but you're not scott

so you couldn't;

i will destroy you for your dishonesty

because virtue and honor are

things worthy of respect

you scoff at them and embrace your lies

as truths—

i'll take a note out of logan's book

slash through all your hopes and dreams

you thought you would destroy me,

but i'll have the last laugh.

wolverine 

 

you told me once

i couldn't be

wolverine,

but if you're cyclops

there's no one else i'd rather

be;

i will rip apart from you

your jean grey

sneer and snarl and throw salt

into all your opened wounds

scoff at your ice queen

because even diamonds can be broken,

and i've never liked emma frost

lingerie extraordinaire

queen of the sluts—

you wanted to flash your red light 

until all my dreams laid

silent 

beneath your boots,

so i'll come howling like the angriest moon

use my steel claws to rip all your dreams

to shreds until you don't know

what it's like to remember

yourself;

then i will continue ripping you into every

wing of oblivion

you told me i didn't have a temper

do you see me now?