Sunday, August 30, 2009


i walk through the crowded, anonymous city at night with my heart in my hand
i hold under my arm a comic book, filled with the misadventures of the heros and villains who had once been my lovers...
at 4.30 in the morning i dont really need your call.
youre not in the comic book. youre an insatiable villain who needs a graphic novel of his own filled with blank squares for your lack of ambition.

ps. can anyone help me decode the villains secret message?