J'onn

Martian Manhunter is on the cusp

of a pretty serious nervous breakdown,

skull in a garlic press and eyes about

to blast off like veiny cannonballs.

Not Batman or Superman or Spiderman

or Wolverine or like not even fucking

Aquaman, people even know who that

asshole is, is the point, Jesus Christ

we get it already. Maybe if he had a definite

article, “THE Martian Manhunter”?

Maybe he already does have one, he forgets,

there's no written record to consult anyway,

it's flickering like everything does these days,

it really isn’t easy being green, or invisible,

especially when you have brain cancer,

could be, it sure feels like it, unless he’s just

bored, depressed in this apartment,

this sepulcher of newspaper and old

jizzed-upon tissues (space jizz) and pop art.

And like, that ice pick, last night he woke up at 4:27

and he had turned invisible, he’s not even

controlling it anymore, basically, and so one day

he will inadvertently slip into the wallpaper

permanently, and nobody will even notice,

but he can fly, damn it, he’s got super strength

and yeah, fire is his weakness, turns him into

a mound of skin flakes and bacon and teeth,

but it’s not like you’d do any better in a fire,

that's for sure, and can you cut the guy a break,

can you just cut the fucking guy a break already?