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 ominous sky / at home, curled up in the curved dome of her head / suckered to sleep by a perpetual power shortage / and wine
awoke to a graphic reality quickly unsterilized / dug frantically for her philosophy amidst the rubble of crumbled theoretical walls / and closed her eyes oh-so-tightly / against the nightmare.