The Flasher
He calls me over from the park bench:
"Wanna see something kid"?
It lolls from his open fly
partly erect.
As I stare, it rears
as if to threaten the entire city
with a bold cyclopean gaze. A monster
only Superman (my alter-ego),
could battle against.
"I’m telling mum", I fling over my shoulder,
as I run,
my heroic-powers forgotten.
Behind me -
a villain's brazen laugh.
In front of me –
a troubled puberty.
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