20 Jun 2016 – Icarus Chance

Comets refuse to pay lip service to the ecliptic plane.
Actors guild rules say it’s wrong to get tripped up in footlights.
Sixty (plus change) revolutions and I haven’t seen a cent.
I’ve got a tail like a peacock, a private marque of dust.

Back to beginnings it tugs me like some twelve-step bugaboo.
I’m acting out as I close on the sweet, creamy center.
These days our surgeons grow rich sewing blinds to our open eyes.
You’ve got an Icarus chance of becoming a star.