Sunday, July 4, 2010

Lord of the Fly

Fly on the window,
scurrying up,
where do you go?
Do you even know
it's a window?

I can see a brick wall,
can you see it too?
If you broke free
would you just crash
into that wall?

When i watch you,
diptera,
I swell up inside.
What cruel god
inked your blueprint?

How you are hated
by all and sundry.
No purpose but to be
eternally confused
by invisible barriers.

Are you a hidden
metaphor for love?
Have you ever been in love?
Did your compound eyes
meet over white dog shit?

I think you heard me,
you are flying around,
buzzing.
I am hung
over.

I want to hug you,
teach you English.
Take you by the arm,
well, leg, one of,
do you have six?

We'd go somewhere nice
but i can't
i'd squish you.