Snippets, Extracts, Quite the Converse

Both are essentially the same thing,

Icarus like,

too close,

waxy endowments, sticky tithes,

a hope that writhes,

Wriggles, like the off kilter giggles,

of girls in the summer rain,

 a silly, sodden, game....

You are Daedalus, you've constructed this Labyrinth...

Pans? Tans,

topped, up all over...

once white like the cliffs of Dover,

its crisped like the ducks breast,

just seized from the mothers nest.

do water birds house young in such a way?

a twiggy retreat on the waters bay?

do they sleep like old ships, with rusted hulls,

while down ward swoop the thieving gulls?