market is a mature woman   my childish ways

are not necessarily amusing to her   i am not

entirely sure i want to give it up   to grow up

how does the weight of certain love weigh 

against the sheer avoir du pois that awaits   

or has arrived   which is being spelled out   literally  

before me   is it  dare i   or   how dare i   spell

it out   but this i do know   and do not doubt   

these are words of complacency   no one in their 

right mind would unravel what we have woven   

it is the voice of privilege   coolly assessing the moment   

cigarette held casually   smoke drifting ceilingward   

an almost flippant disregard for the yang to this yin   

that is loneliness   who in their bloody right mind 

would bin this for anything   anything   else   

because maturity and practicality loom   i had best 

be careful   least i prophesy my own bad outcome