poetry readings, wine tastings, little social gatherings.

They smell like grown-ups

drinking their wine

out of crystal not out of cups

woody, smoky, fruity, dry

and eww, ooh, aw!  dead.

adult jokes are bad jokes

I see them standing in small

edible circles commenting on this and that

the little left of social interaction

being cynical and sarcastic

look at my possessions

I was careful once and then I got boring

curiousity is a child's treat

I know it all

rise and fall

dear grown-up

need, urge, drive

and then comes the crisis

you want to be real again

big questions arise

being a grown-up is the most boring thing

ever happening to me.