Perhaps
the oddity
surrounding the absence
of my born-day
on most calendars
explains my reluctance
to grow up.
I keep spinning
through the motions
of life's dizzying
roundabout
waiting for someone
to pull me off.
I long for that someone
to hold my long hair
as I *****
the past onto
the playground
and shake the sand
out of my scuffed chelsea boots.
some are born in mangers
while i emerged
on the 29th,
schrodingers bissextile day
bisexual, bipolar boy
gifts will not arrive
no ribbons to untie,
only winners unwrap parcels of joy
broken lovers treat as a stray dog -
yesterday's paper, flat-battery toy.
the dying sun keeps on rising
and every evening setting too...
here i lay dying,
perhaps subconsciously I wait,
seeking signs of a brighter day.
(unconsciously forgetting)
one day helios will set
and not rise again,
finally
then I'll realise my mistakes.
truth be told, subjectively
as objective
this game, in end
is the only one
enforcing the stakes, and those
seem to be for keeps,
however paradoxically (me thinks)
...even when you win,
(I've finally begun to see),
the only true outcome
is this:
on that day, a day no calendar lists.
slowly, predeterminedly
we all
lose in the end.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
Perhaps
the oddity
surrounding the absence
of my born-day
on most calendars
explains my reluctance
to grow up.
I keep spinning
through the motions
of life's dizzying
roundabout
waiting for someone
to pull me off.
I long for that someone
to hold my long hair
as I *****
the past onto
the playground
and shake the sand
out of my scuffed chelsea boots.
some are born in mangers
while i emerged
on the 29th,
schrodingers bissextile day
bisexual, bipolar boy
gifts will not arrive
no ribbons to untie,
only winners unwrap parcels of joy
broken lovers treat as a stray dog -
yesterday's paper, flat-battery toy.
the dying sun keeps on rising
and every evening setting too...
here i lay dying,
perhaps subconsciously I wait,
seeking signs of a brighter day.
(unconsciously forgetting)
one day helios will set
and not rise again,
finally
then I'll realise my mistakes.
truth be told, subjectively
as objective
this game, in end
is the only one
enforcing the stakes, and those
seem to be for keeps,
however paradoxically (me thinks)
...even when you win,
(I've finally begun to see),
the only true outcome
is this:
on that day, a day no calendar lists.
slowly, predeterminedly
we all
lose in the end.
