Icarus [a poem]
I've got all this cardboard
Sitting in my apartment, a haphazard skyscraper
A game of Jenga
With Amazon smiles all over it.
Could I turn it
Into something other? Could I
Forsake plastic forever. Make Icarus wings
Leave this burning feeling
This burning planet and head straight
Up! Up where the clouds are soft again
Where the planets we haven't fucked yet live
Where the rain is gentle.
Rub baby oil into my tired shoulder blades.
They have not been winged for long,
But they have been damaged under years of smog.
Could I climb out of this burning fucking planet
By sheer force of will
And would that fix me?
Or am I doomed to watch every forest burn around me
Until I, too, suffocate?
The news is getting scarier
And so I try to avoid it.
I think about the Great Barrier Reef.
I think about solar power.
I think about Icarus
And how he wasn't exactly in the wrong, I don't think.