When we were boys
we burned time in our fantastical nonage
the soul becoming a modern epimetheus
pull the prudence by the reins
and let alstroemerias reign
she smashed my jaw into broken pieces
and expected me to place it back
in its perfectly unbroken state
and his kiss was forgotten.
The sadness manifests the same—
a thirteen foot giant, disproportionately limbed
creature observing me in anything I do
I slough more of my childlike skin
lead the calves to slaughter to watch
upon the golden hill I dreamed upon
every ferris wheel I lost interest in
unless she was at my side
I can't love, maybe not then,
yet again, maybe not ever.
