MagnetOde, 1

All thru the all too homo crapien 
weeks of human weakness,
I wished upon faraway far ago farty fled fusion,
upon Polaris (star that wags Baby Bear, 
not Wanda & Quicksilver's stepsis),
upon any old alien civilisation’s screwy sun/s,
upon colossal conkedout spinfernos & neutron glowwormholes...
But God must have gone fishin’. 

Or is She still a few
puffedup predicates prefixed ‘omni-‘ 
short of a Godhead, still an interstellarmedium 
cadet after Her pre-Bigbang epidural?
Or just washing Her dark matted hair, God a Rapunzel
w/ superstring bob I cannot dream up l/ Jacob?

A powerlessnesscrazed petition went PEYOWM!
outta my polarised soul, grim & swift as sylviacidal dew, 
or rush hour reaper atop an atrous cheetah, 
skeletal chevalier shepherding spirits 
of manic street pizza. 
O supplication newselfseeking  
approprihated my full steam 
squirminmyownskin
for a reaction mass! 
'Swhy my seek&destroy geek&fanboy's 
rogation righteously rocketed… Right 
into the overriding white noise
of God’s Rice Crispies, madding crowd of cosmic
microwave background radiation.
'Spose I’m stuck w/ stealth seething,
finding myself sorely wanting, sorely needing
the confidence boost of being homo superior,
which is what my warp factor wish was for.
G’arn God, givvus mutie superpowers
l/ a registered trademark of Marvel Comics,
& not just metahuman partytricks,

coz I wanna be the instantaneous ironsmith
himself, metal’s mesmeric animator,
demiurgic gremlin mentally meddling 
w/ enemies' mechanics,
ballonanimauling  their oilderricks.
At Magneto’s theatrical fingerclick,
ferroshistin’ scifi miracle terrorism!