Thursday, 28 June 2018

New poem


fly

this morning out the corner of my bleary eye
black and
scuttling
caught
in the open container of coffee grounds
roiling in the faint oiliness
trapped in the pungent aroma
beating its wings like it was on crack
and shrieking Abort Abort
a fly
I loathe flies
I thought about all the times
I
have
crept
            up
on
them
stalked
those annoying little shits
hounded
those dirty delinquents
boxed their ears!
smacked them into next week!
sometimes
even
murdered
them

waving my hand, I reached for a mug
too early for violence, I thought.  



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