the refrain queenie is walking hills.
two hearts of gold she has:
one for you, one for thou,
none for herself.
she is quite happy, though, for now.

the everlasting boy she encounters.
he is wearing shorts, he is red,
caught red-handed buring dreams in sand,
he is sad, ceased trying.
he gasps, he is not lying:

“i like books, fighting monsters,
margins, humming out of key,
underdogs, mahogany,
i like white and i like color,
fucking franchises, life in squalor,
past and future,
muddy rivers, finders keepers,
broken hearts, lost missies,
pathetic tendencies,
tragedies, hopes, years.
please, a kiss, or a kissie?”

he stopped, out of breath.
“say that again, for i am a has-been,
can hear, but never refrained from anything.

…silent? ok, great masturbator,
catch up with ya later,
don't get used to death”.

the next day's the same:
the refrain queenie's on square one,
the everlasting boy's undone.