Icarus With a Rattle Can

«yah sure why not?»
let’s get matching tattoos
you held out your arm
for a stick and poke of Icarus
and i
got
the sun
«yah sure why not?»
ill meat you at the rattle can
if you
bring
the latter
and we can cover up
old advertisements
with big block letters
we can fix the billboards
and offer up a new mantra:
«thou shall not swim in murky lakes»
«thou shall not eat off paper plates»
you met me in the woods
you were wearing a hoody
and
your mothers cross
you were on one knee
praying
that we
wouldn’t get caught