everlasting

that same childish longing 

the gloss of the eyes, the aimless mind

lamenting a loss and a lackthereof

laminated fingernails &

cardboard thighs

wine dry and horse poor

the poetry of dependency has passed & left

only the inevitable recidivism 

a feeling of wrong that 

radiates, a time and place not yet 

tasted, but still 

somehow forgotten[...]