never neverneverland

now we're smoking out
withering down and weathering out
not our wrinkles like on unironed sheets,
but our once fiery hearts that once sounded our beat.

hear our feet pitter patter like a sewing machine
that's been submerged in water and can't mend our seams.

you could call Peter Pan
and forfeit your dreams
but neverneverland
is never what it seems.

-- from October 2010