a super hero in a comic book city
donned a costume of glasses and bright blazers
fought with human strength
supplied by a supply of drugs
and pride
wore a crown of defeat every night
driving toward comic book towers
brightly lit, banked against an ominously colored sky
at home,
curled up in the curved dome of my head
suckered to sleep by a perpetual power shortage
and wine
awoke to a graphic reality
among quickly unsterilized walls
dug frantically for my philosophy
amidst the rubble of my mind’s crumbled theoretical walls
and closed my eyes oh-so-tightly
against the nightmare.