NPC

in a plodding
plod along song
dhuffa ho, scoot, vattene, begone,

and he appears,
the real batman,
he’s teasing

appeasing,
his tok sick mess,
he’s intoxicating,

taking stock in,
making the casting,
which mask is this,
left?

his mind eyes me,
but his soul is bereft,
I’m shimmying to the right,
but my mind’s eye hollers;
next.