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February 18, 2011

I AM SUPERMAN by Matthew Ivan Cherry

I am Superman
M. Ivan Cherry

On any given day…
you may see me sitting at a desk
contained by a cubicle
pushing papers and my
weight around and under my belt
…but today I am Superman

On any given day…
you may find me in a class room
fronting waves of arms…erect and
eager to answer the questions I project
a head
the hands
that flutter like pigeons
predestined to fly…but bedazzled by trivia…
and factoids…
and breadcrumbs
and reality tv…
…today I am Superman.

On any given day…
I’m a banker and a thief
an arsonist and fire chief
a doctor who models briefs
an advocate for smoking reef
I ‘m a rockstar!
in my boudoir mirror
…an estranged husband
…drawing nearer
to be queerer than I am
is to follow a straight path
to wear red panties
is just fucking daring!

I Superman
sportin’ booties
and an “S” on my chest
choose to suppress
the Luther within
who seeks retribution
and retaliation with other rebel
bad-assed villains bent
on bane…seeking to be sucked 
and fucking up the world
seeking a mother to tattoo and a 
shoulder to cry on
while they challenge chip you to knock it off.
I seek love
and a chance to deliver
Saturday Night Live’s

On any other day
I am Clark Kent…
…but I am Superman today!

February 17, 2011


Matthew Ivan Cherry

I never knew
when nature-formed 
a tadpole in your mother’s pond
…from my watering her lawn…
that from a toad-like gestation
a hero would be born
from love’s kisses
not strong enough to thwart 
the bend of your spine.
but you were something special!
And now you stand
with your Amazonian challenge…
bearing the burden…
and a red badge of curvature
which marks the start of your two-year war.

You dawn the protection of your wonder brace
…a white constraint
attempting to thwart 
and spine
and by condition 
the advancing spears
of a pre-teen battle
that encroaches upon you
and weighs you down 
with pressure 
and plastic.

      A girdle
and roomy as your mother’s place
now fills your hollow to a lonely
girding your loins 
that are bound to bear the 
load of your ovular lot
and my grandchildren
and hoists your budding breast to the middle of your armpit
whence they will suckle.

‘tis I the weak
and you the wonder!

February 16, 2011


Matthew Ivan Cherry

ittier and bittier 
than a newly-feathered fledgling
and like a bony bird
you cock your neck
and crave 
for the worm
to be crammed
your throat

February 15, 2011

woke up wearing a screw

Matthew Ivan Cherry

woke up 
with my screw on
and a jab
in my side
just like any other day
my head ached to tip the scale 

blood-rushed to the other side of
my body
like a wave machine
sucking the liquid red
to my nether regions

woke up today
as any other
with a gleam of 
iridescent drool
teaming with life
anticipating some lip
and a corner of your mouth
a drip 
dropping hints of 
more to come

of a reservoir
where to store yum

I woke up today
to feed an appetite
longing for a fuck 
and a fig
french toast

February 10, 2011

Linens w/ REACH

M. Ivan Cherry

take off your shoes
stay a while
don’t soil the sheets

let’s get naked
and let’s
bare our souls
and wrap ourselves up

scoot over
come closer
come together
we’ll dialogue
in our sleep
of our experience
with ourselves
and our
interactions in underwear
patterned with designs
and behavior

let’s lie together
under covers
over blankets
let’s reveal
and expose
the beauty of a free fall

we’ll quilt collectively
the individual
that we are
and tuck
of what it means
to represent
a representation
of an overstuffed pillow
case and all