Chris McCandless. by Jay-James May

About Icarus
A lie.

He never
Flew too high
His wings.

Died in the
Back of a bus
Alone and smiling.

He smiled
And his teeth were yellow.
He laughed
And we all laughed too.


Anonymous said...

i like the picture this paints.

julie tillman said...

I find myself romanticizing Chris McCandless's story; but I sure do admire him for taking his grand adventure. I just wish he hadn't died.

Richard Kovitch said...

This is a great image. I love stuff that challenges myths, drags the past kicking and screaming into the present. This poem does the lot.

Anonymous said...


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Excellent!! Perfect choice of imagery, Mr. May, to bust down all the pre-conceived notions, dogma & bullshit draped over our heroes. Like Jesus, who, raised atop a pedastel, becomes unreachable - something unobtainable - brought back to Earth where he belongs, he regains his value as a hero & something to aspire towards. Can't say enough about this poem. It's absolutely brilliant!!


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