tried too hard
and I ****** up the poem
moon did not shine a Siren’s call
nor the sea, Icarus rose: I meant—
I meant— forgive
my petty tasteless decor. I meant a yearning
sloshed
against the jagged dry throat
left silvery sensations in its absence of feather, and I
could write sea only—
could have drowned blissfully hazed
had bright strings’ luring pulls I
had wished to flee
wished— wished— but wishes
so lowly true— deceiving, their dullness in
so forlorn the skies, I gasped and
gasped
stuttering wordily