ARE YOU KIDDING ME HERE?
Build Me! Your unseeing eye squints in condescension
oh, I know they are out there somewhere…
so, is it true, band on my wrist?
this gift I bring – clenched jaw, tight fist?
everyone dreams of being a superhero sometimes
How can I not “wax poetic”
when dispassionate prattle fails to ignite
the flame of a candle worth holding?