Wounded Hands Of Icarus

Wounded Hands Of Icarus
© Surazeus
2024 09 06

Eve throws the poisoned apple at my head 
as if it were grenade of thought discord, 
so I ride horse on plain of psychic war 
to steal the mirror that reflects my soul 
so all the wingless angels of the Earth 
sell laughter to each other for its worth. 

No city is the ideal replica 
that imitates Heaven in formal style, 
yet we oppress the sweetness of respect, 
grown indolent in summertime of fate, 
when hearing drone of honeybees all day 
who mock the lonely losers who still pray. 

Unfolding wings with feathers of the swan, 
sewn by the wounded hands of Icarus, 
Isolta struts down to the laughing sea 
with blind-folded philosophers of love 
taught by the humming frog to calculate 
riddles carved on the temple walls of fate. 

Mapping network of roads binding the Earth 
in global community of mad clowns, 
Romeo searches crowded smoky bars 
to find Cinderella typing weird jokes, 
but she is swimming alone in the pool 
where Tristan talks about founding some school. 

Growing impatient with the multitude 
who always exercise their right to vote, 
Orpheus studies bats in Texan cave 
while Ophelia collects seeds of herbs, 
then drive together on the desert road 
to join meditation of the God Toad. 

Red seahorse floating in aquarium tank 
explains to children from the holy school 
that if they want to avoid tragedy 
they should find the weirdest person to love, 
so Adam leaves Lilith by the dead tree 
to crown Eve new Goddess of Liberty. 

He travels swiftest who travels alone, 
Minerva preaches to the cheering choir, 
then flies helicopter on angel wings 
to hunt the Minotaur in maze of lies 
who tries to crown himself King of the World 
till he is captured by the cosmic herald. 

After Lucifer falls in cave of Hell, 
Jesus transforms how humans offer love, 
then Adam ascends pyramid of power 
where Amen invents world religious rites, 
then Icarus flies starship to the moon 
where Ishtar plays an American Tune.