an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

icarus on vacation

mike swanberg

And perhaps this is the moment we know
That we flew slightly too close to the sun
Although I thought it was going to help my tan,
And you, you just wanted to remember some memory
Before me, when the world spun at an agreed upon speed.

So that when we do fall back down to earth,
There is still more fruit in our showers
Than in the kitchen, and if we want we can
Watch paternity tests all afternoon.

Its almost too beautiful, the way the women cry
And scratch at the arms of men it makes me want to cross
The room and kiss my wife, although I know in my gut
I couldn’t raise another mans child

There is a certain kiss we save just for our own blood
There is an eyecolor the men in my family grow into
But why worry about that now?
November, and im still in a t shirt
Using up all your expensive paint while you are out.

And the feathers from your pillow,
when held together with wax,
Seem to be forming into something
I think we’ve needed all along