double oh zero enigmatic man

if i could choose super-powers, i’d be Enigmatic Man. i’d roam the world casting uncertainty in the hearts of the dead-certain, causing them to pause before condeming those not of their dim-crowd. my test-flock for this hesitation hop would be most the world’s politicians and religious leaders, and all its C.E.O.s.

when i’m not enigmatic man, i’m Double-Oh-Zero – and i’ve a license to lie. i don’t wear a costume in any of my identities, so folk never know if they’re dealing with Enigmatic Man or Double-Oh-Zero, whether i’m lying or merely being enigmatic.

ocassionally i delve into my spiritual side and become O Absurd One. i sit at my feet and lick my own navel. wherever Me, Myself and I gather in My Own Name, there will be Much Us-ness.

i’ve other identities of course. one is He Who Cannot Walk Across A Room Without Breaking Things. that is my default mode. i’m often not invited back after initial visits.

my core being of course is Chameleon Man. i stand in blank-ness, vague, slightly helpful, allowing you to hang whatever mask upon my face that suits your needs. i am none of what is myself, instead am all of you.

my lady love calls me Beast of Leaf.

if i had my druthers, i’d be a pure energy being, sans this cursed limit called flesh. i’d be E-Me, able to assume any shape, go any where in a whizz. i even have instruction manuals for this sort of thing – the first 10 issues of E-Man (Joe Staton, Charlton Comics, 1973).

and then there’s my secret name, from this poem for Lady K

Bone

They call me bone
in secret name
no one knows is secret

Covered heart alone
carries weight
waits

Meat is meat
if no magic
magic no magic no meat

Uncovered heart atones
recent track
marries meat to bone