Egg cell boy was
nurtured in a
test tube home.
What he was rested
on shelf after shelf,
a museum to himself.
Hawk eye dreams
stayed stale in a thick rimmed
case of glass and class,
though he never
saw what was in
front of him:
a blind love that
would not materialise
into anything but,
time wasted under sheet and cover,
and some lies to warm that
comic book heart of yours.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
Egg cell boy was
nurtured in a
test tube home.
What he was rested
on shelf after shelf,
a museum to himself.
Hawk eye dreams
stayed stale in a thick rimmed
case of glass and class,
though he never
saw what was in
front of him:
a blind love that
would not materialise
into anything but,
time wasted under sheet and cover,
and some lies to warm that
comic book heart of yours.
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