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The Fly

Updated on January 3, 2012

The Fly

Off of fly paper, I fell from a sky scraper

A crater in the sidewalk to be filled in later

By road crews to vibrate my cavity filling

According to the rules of gravity willing

To abide by, I fly down corridor ceilings

Birds eye over heads of villains

In a room with great debaters

While you work I perch in the curtains

Observe the emergency vehicle sirens

A boastful background contrast

A thousand reflections in looking glass

A shallow pool where narcissist bloom

Necks contorted in unnatural positions

Visits restricted to knocks on neighbors

Doors unaware of grotesque physique

The reason they never speak is also

Why I’m left outside on the porch

Attracted to the warmth of lights

Designed for the demise of flies

Born yesterday perhaps and died

Slippery slopes for naïve minds

A mass graveyard disguised

As a playground in the mouths

Of fly traps for chaps less

Clever than I



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      Innuentendre 6 years ago from Houston, Texas

      My pleasure ytsenoh! Thank you!

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      Cathy 6 years ago from Louisiana, Idaho, Kauai, Nebraska, South Dakota, Missouri

      This was interesting and fun to read. Nice job. Thank you.