you've had your fill

you reach a point
in life when

the wind of time
has greyed your hair.

creased your brow, darkened
your eyes.

you are no longer the child
you once were.
you have

no patience for fools,
for liars,

for women
who prance by without a heart.

all legs and lips.
breasts

and perfume.

you have no desire anymore
for the likes of them.

for whispers and webs.

you've had your fill of darkness.
of their

false world.
you have sobered up to

their magic tricks.
there is no rabbit in a hat,

everything is remarkably
clear.