A simple measurement
can make a man
lose himself; a blurring, no more
than a grainy smudge
a scant 7.34mm long
this rice-grain, seven weeks old
with one hundred and twenty nine
heartbeats per minute
all this, from a mere sesame-seed of a heart
Icarus, Stupid DilettanteIcarus, Stupid Dilettante by thesunsleeps
i walked down the center of a yellow line,
hands cupped over my jaw as it threatened
cracked along it's icicle stitches and melting
mine, yes, i wanted keep it. this broken piece of mine.
And i watched Icarus fall into a glass
of lemonade sitting on his back porch.
this boy stirred Icarus' flooded lungs, three gallon full
to capacity flooded air ways
with class and a toothpick.
and i ran to him,
words falling, splattering along the pavement
with any hopes of proper introductions and
intelligence for the commitment to this little piece of
heaven that i could save.
given, yes Apollo gave this to me.
mine, yes i wanted to keep it.
I'd almost let Icarus suffocate with the bitter taste
of lemons on his mind
but i plucked him forefinger and thumb
from a waste of a perfectly good suicide
Pictured: sitting on a rock, staring at nature and such things|
Current Residence: Auckland, New Zealand
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Probably
Print preference: ~Humorous misinterpretation of 'Print preference' field~
Favourite genre of music: I don't need no stinkin' genres.
Favourite photographer: Gepetto
Favourite style of art: Anything that makes you think and feel, tries to innovate
Operating System: Vista. Hey, I like it.
MP3 player of choice: Cowon iAudio 7
Shell of choice: ~Witty comment involving actual physical shells and much glibness~
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer wood.
Skin of choice: ~Unneccesary references to 'Clarice' and 'Fava Beans'~
Favourite cartoon character: Homer. He's right about almost everything--a rare sort of genius.
Personal Quote: Only the mediocre are always at their best -- Jean Giraudoux