fairytales about sleep

when he awoke
his hair had grown
and hid his face
a little more.
the same boy
attempted to
sleep off toys
and first dances
holy communions
and rationalized
all the missing out.
still the same old kid
he hungers now in manly ways
the dreams converted realities
so his lungs kept cool
and didn’t give out
still waits for the lonely
to ride out
dreads the alarm clock
the talents of his comrades
time keeps washing over him.
arms spread like seagull wings
his boyhood halo, a thorny crown.
still waits for the girl
to call him king.

~ by Valentine Ink on May 13, 2008.