on pins

there won't be another moment
another quite like this

but unique needles
have only so much room
to stab a pincushion heart

and so soon
we're "grown up"
we've learned the system
we're faded and jaded
sewn an old hat
to cover our pate
protect it
from enlightenment
inspiration
and other possible injuries.

and when we feel it
by some
inadvertent slip
we can only think
of life as a prick
the world is such a prick!
and we bandaid it away
so we can forget again
how to feel.