icarus

" is this all
       there is?  "

the boy pleads to the sky

the question burning the tip

of his tongue as it rolls out.

pondering on the sun's

deceitfulness as his squinting

eyes begin to cave in to the

inevitable force that blinds the

poor, foolish boy.

"you promised wings,
          and the freedom to soar
  Your
              skies"

he screams at the top of his

lungs soon his legs, too, bend

and he's got dirt on his teeth

and the sky's turned to 

grey and he's all alone with

no restrains to hold him down

but the weight of a promise

unfulfilled, and a dream that was

nimble at most.

violent violets & peppermint tea

 blood' s, tricky, sticky sweet aroma

trickles over

and seeps in the foolish promise

that is anise,

unknowingly soon to be buried under

clove,

then moss.

the transient gust of innocence that

never fails to surely fade just soon 

enough to leave an imprint on your

nose and an empty feeling in your

chest departing from your senses

unseen

unheard yet present even in

it's waking absence.

a whisper followed by eternal sleep

woken only by the sound of

a nose's futile dreams --

don't pick at old scabs

 a stranger to myself

estranged in my own skin

ripping me up at the seams

or so it seems

salivating at the mere

thought of shaky knees

engulfed by my sorrow

running with bleeding heels

body that breaks when its

'posed to heal

hindering the cascading shadows

of sudden apocalypse--lips tender

only the faintest whiff of

a starved poet's tears

will suffice in the bargain

of a dying devil's last wish

still i long for a

body i can recognize

amidst the crumbling tragedy

that is my own