NaPoWriMo Day 3

Day 3 Prompt: Choose a book and flip to the 52st page. Find a word (or words) you like and use that to inspire your poem. I used the book "The Supervillain Field Manual" by King Oblivion PH.D. (As Told To Matt D. Wilson)

 

“Most times,

supervillainy is a solitary profession.”

this might be the quaintest of advice,

the simplest of perspectives

but my wrongdoing tells no lies,

the truth is in the action

and I’ve been liking the truth/action

less and less

and less

lately.

The first step is admitting one’s own

supervillainy

The second, not being so evil that you won’t hear advice

third,

live solitarily.

I was hoping for a giant castle with black

heart fire places

and black marble floors

and black statues that everyone else thinks

are frightening but I find kitschy and endearing

the kind of castle that Dracula lived in

or Frankenstein was conceived inside

or where the Adam’s Family lived

but like,

with daisy curtains to throw people off or something.

Instead, I’m sitting here in this cramped apartment

(with carpets and a cat)

plotting my increasingly extravagant rise to power.

No.

There are no friends in supervillainy.

Just delicious stepping stools along the way.

I have a solitary black heart,

filled with solitary black joy sitting here in my

solitary overly white apartment

(why do they never paint the walls?!).

I think it’s time to move.

This place isn’t ominous enough for my wrath,

this place came with a wall decal that says:

“Live Well, Laugh Often, Love Much”