Friday, January 06, 2006

Frightning Lightning

You'dve run first, if you had Icarus' nerve,
but you're good, your radar's on a hair trigger;

when you waltz through a door,
all your wet eyes look for
is the other way out

and the best, biggest earth
to scorch under your bare running feet.

Thunder harrumphs at a stepparent's distance,
but lightning strikes like God's own matches,

one bolt at a time,
sort of like my damaged wings do,

as soon as Icarus' nerve breaks
and I make up some fairy tale
to justify my latest flight.

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