Saturday, October 27, 2018


Puer Aeternus 

You looked thin, your hands,
As you rubbed your eyes
And talked about the future. 

Maybe you should get fat 
And let yourself go to seed, 
Like the man in the street 
You once knew, 
Drinking an espresso, 
With his little finger 
Pointed to the sky - 
Living some kind of good life.

But no, you will be forever young 
And slowly dying, 
I involuntarily remind you, 
Puer aeternus. I walk away 
With ill feeling, wanting more.