I am invincible,
at a starter pistol I tuck my head and hunker,
I’m scared of nothing,
I can’t even hear the footsteps of my enemies,
but they’re out there,
from here I can sense foolish and lame vitreous,
they can’t cut me,
I sense the fear behind their bulky sunglasses,
they’re just jealous,
from outside my walls they smell smoking meats,
they must be cold,
likely their fingers bleed clawing at bare brick,
I would let them in,
then they’d see blank journals and empty bottles,
and know the truth,
that behind the curtain there is nothing at all.