Swingdown Superhero.

[rewiiired]

Riding to the edge
in excess,
never one for moderation.

Left once again on your belly
peering over into the calm, black abyss,
so high enough now perhaps you could fly away,
despite having balls big enough
to drag you down.

Like a child daring death,
just a playful flirtation,
never one eager to commit

yet just as unlikely to cold-shoulder
such a worthy challenge,

confident you could swing down
on a rope made
of lines, pills, brews and smoke
to brush its lips
with your lively toes once more

before it stretches
those jaws to swallow you,
as you escape
like a superhero
just in the nick of time.