Son Burn

[exitstarlight]

hello.
i'm brian.

A beautiful heat split paint from plaster
of a zodiac-painted sky.
And now your halo is just cracked and peeled,
a zero in the night

Icarus! Icarus! The sky is falling!
The ceiling's broken! Tonight's too delicate to fly!

Comments

[rundown_memoirs]

Well, Brian. I think this is a pretty sweet poem. It reminds me of that painting on that ceiling of the two hands touching by the first finger. If you know what I'm talking about...

Reading it makes me want to start up writing again. I've been too absorbed with school, mostly math. Math sucks the creativity out of a person. Hm.

[lostbuttons]

ditto about the school thing.
except sometimes, i get random spurts of inspiration.
and i know what you mean.
painting on the sistine chapel?

[exitstarlight]

thats kind of what i get from it as well.
michaelangelo's sistine chapel.
but...alive.

[exitstarlight]

blahh to math.
it will be the death of me.
thank you, doll.
any critiquiness?