Batman

17^th January 2014

#8 Batman

Once upon a batman, signals of the dark
there could be someone up in my room
going through my notebooks,
pencil sketches of cities that never existed.
Batman nailed my comfort,
tore apart my imagination,
no apple trees or cup cakes -
nothing tasted sweeter than the muscles.
Night-vision grazing past my bed table
stopping by my breath, caught unaware,
the picture of a thousand bleeding hearts
everyday they sleep with my child
of fantasy and bubblegum – blowing in and out.
They could have stayed on,
not finding what they had come for
my child of comic book heroes -
they stretch my days
longer than we expect,
I will return someday for another moment.