I was a super hero
In a comic book city
Donned a costume of glasses and bright blazers
And fought with human strength
Supplied by a supply of drugs
And pride
I wore a crown of defeat every night
Driving toward comic book towers
Brightly lit, banked against an ominously colored sky
At home,
I curled up in the curved dome of my head
Suckered to sleep by a perpetual power shortage
And wine
I 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.