Songs, v 2

[fuzzyllama1]

Songs


Lover.

I'll dance in the shower,
I know you bugged my room
has a perfect view
of the mall: in silhouette,
its lights distant, twinkling like stars.

Beloved. I am dark but lovely,
you daughters of Jerusalem.

I know I've got the blood of birds,
dad was a bird and mom was a bird. They flew
out of the countryside and into the city,
they saw the spires in silhouette. I'll fly away too.
Someday I'll see the sea, someday I'll see mountains,
but tonight I'll sing, my lips and ears
carried by the wind.

Lover. In the Suburbs...

Turn the radio on? Rather read a book,
she stops too short of intelligence. I admit,
fame makes me jealous, but what makes me even madder
is how they don't see the truth. They've killed too many
innocent kids, I think. They're only sick.

I like black music, too.
I admit, I find her sexy
they raped mountains
for the mall, they filled in the sea
Alright, I'll dance, I'll tap my foot.

Beloved.

When I'm grown, I'll scare away the cats.
I'll make like an Icarus and wax
the hairs off my skin. I'll launch myself
out of my bedroom window, shadow the hot tin roof
Make sure you get my good side.

Silouettes and or incomplete vizualization of the narrator seem to be the theme here. Lover/Beloved are the narrators friends/family/relationships. The narrator wants to fly away from these things, but not for negative reasons, but because he/she was meant to fly. The second stanza leads me there. There's a gradual acceptance from the author that he/she will never get to truly be who they are until they are older. Once grown the silouette is shed and becomes an Icarus, the true form beneath the shadow, and flies away for good. The narrator wants to be remembered as such, not as they were before shedding the shadow. ("Make sure you get my good side").

This poem makes me feel melancholy, which I think is the point you are trying to get across. A person who feels trapped by their surroundings, not feeling like he belongs, yet when the opportunity arises, he still wants to be a part of the memories of those he leaves behind. Why is the narrator staying though? What holds them back from "making like an Icarus" and flying away now? Right now all I see is a longing to leave, but no real reason to stay or anything holding them back. Perhaps that concept could be fleshed out a bit more, but I'm not certain. What do you think?