A poem for Mr. Wayne
This might end up over on Gotham City News once I figure out what exactly I want to do with it. The blog, I mean. Wrote it today at lunch, sitting in Battery Park, having completely forgotten I was supposed to be at the the dentist! Gotham City Suite Untitled, #1 somewhere in the city when night blankets the streets and evil comes out to play a man with too much money and too little hope battles demons real and imagined he is neither cure nor salve merely a tourniquet sacrificing limb for body peace of mind for soul his…