IF ONLY ICARUS COULD SEE US NOW

IF ONLY ICARUS COULD SEE US NOW

A life (no wings needed)

spent climbing above it all.

What or wherever the fuck “it all” is.

Doubtless even at 90,000 feet

there will be some damn drama

to keep them, who soar,

dressed in Amazon’s finest,

entertained.

Rockets dumping tons of shit

into well polluted air,

racing past our organic wax and feather suits,

immediately melting the biodegradable dreams of a few.

Over populating the cosmos with wealthy

“themables.”

Rocket folks, them able to pay for seats

to take them away from it all for 11 minutes.

Upon completion of that 11 minutes of almost in space

everyone says how awesome it is; “up there!”

Life changing—

I masturbate longer than 11 minutes—doesn’t change my life

but it is awesome with no travel needed.

it does however let me know

I don’t need to ride in the sac of a penis shaped rocket

to experience God’s creation...

You know soaring ain’t that expensive

just some wax, wings, and wind expressed as hope.

Perhaps a little grain of faith expressed as action.

©M Durfee

5/10/2022