Eyes like the firefly ends of cigarettes,
glowing with a lost-cause vivacity that
dares you to mention the future.
A word, and he will rip you to shreds,
tongue lashing and drip-dripping bitterness
at the razing of his Disney dreams;
Life is disappointing to the freedom-seeker.
Later, he may become a murderer or a chartered accountant,
for now he scrambles from moment to
moment, football bruises on his tender soul,
all decked out in rhinoceros skin.
I don't care, he said,
and then he fell in love.
It was the mistake of a darling's lifetime.