Never Never

I've spent the last days of my youth,
shirking, dodging, refusing adulthood.

Promises of redemption fade with time,
with hairlines, with heartaches and histrionics.

I'm Peter fucking Pan.
A king among children.

Last of a dying breed
of adult runaways.

Unordained

When my Sisyphean mask fails,
and you are made, at last, to see
the grasping tendrils
of my madnesses;

Will you see me through my naked face,
or will you even hold my gaze?

Is there anything left
of me worth saving?

Pourquoi
ne suis-je pas
vivant?

Paradigm Shift

It's curious how often
lovers look like siblings.