Fly : Annoying Poetry

by Liz


How can I endure this blather
the raging fans wheezing and whining
I hate them all
and pity them too

Bottled flies
with grey bellies
I cannot free them
so shall they starve

Blenderize the heatless bodies
into a cocktail
you are what you eat
drink this and you will fly!

Feel the itty-bitty buds
sprout from your neck
your hands
your feet
This is not what you wanted

the wings flare up like glass panes
purple veins seething with crushed insect blood
you are flying
but it is not pretty

How can I endure the whine
of your flagellating wings
I despise you, fool,
and I pity you too

-EH (2007)