Names

 

I am (as you are) a world of change,
Yesterday, may name was only child,
love of mother, apple of the eye.

Today, my name is Icarus Fallen,
dropped from wings of loosely glued ambitions,
tending my wounds in the narrow shade.

Finding lucidity in a dream, my mother called me
wandering man, flying back and forth, broken bird.

Today, my name is honorable scholar,
punk revivalist, word addict.
I follow the tenants of the wanton
rebel, the gracious saint, the lost lover
and the healing heart