not really a poem, just messing around doing freestyle writing


Fly!
Get off me, get away!
You little sod!
Get!
Ah!
Fuck!
Swish! Swat!
Squish!
You’re hard to track
Fly wings on your back
Buzzing zipping zig zag tracks
In kitchen
And round the bins
what you been walking in
I’m gonna kill ya
I’m gonna spray
Squat ya
If I can catch you
Diptera
Ill smash your halteres
Defeat your evasion reaction
Burn your pathogens
You carry the lot
I can fly paper you
Spray you
Fry you with current from electric cages
And magic lanterns
I can learn the art form of swatting
this particular day I sprayed
And there you lay upside down stunned
Gassed
Confused
And with raging eyes
And gritted teeth I lay poised
To whack you
But something stopped me
I halted mid motion
My whacking force
And took pity on your
Waving legs
I imagined myself burning under some chemical spray
And then thought of ways to resuscitate you
Guilt overcame me
And I felt an attachment
Guilt overcame me and I felt the need to protect
To save
To regenerate
To repair
To rescue
So I picked you up gingerly
My fingers polluted instantly
On your suction feet
I lay you down by the grid outside
And thought you dead
that I may have to stamp upon you
But your legs started preening
And you rub those shocking red
Compound eyes
And rubbed again
Your wings seemed sticky
But you carried on
Then came the buzzing sound of just one wing
Its vibration a stabilisation
A gyro kicking in
You righted yourself and crawled
Pathetically at first but gathering pace
You stumbled slightly on a crack in the paving
Then without warning took off
I felt I had achieved a strange passage
A cathartic process

God help him if he haunts me again.

I really like this poem - amazing what we do to bugs, considering our survival depends on them. You capture the horror and the guilt wonderfully but the humour stops it from being too heavy, but also shows that a humans moment of remorse doesn't last very long.
xxx

Thanks
you are becoming the in house review Maggie
super

you know what I mean about swatting flies then?
or is it just my guilt

Great sence of movement and rhythm.

Really enjoyable

Phil

Hi Peter,
Yes I am aren't I? It's because I have no life - boohoo:-(
Maybe I should concentrate on writing some poetry.lol
Yes I have murdered my fair share of flies, I live by a budhist philosophy now - whereby I will not kill a life form purposely.
I think it's really nice that you view things in this way sweet - most people wouldn't think twice about killing a fly.

Keep inspiring us with your beautiful poetry hun. Oh and check out your freaky arm (sorry) at the Thirsty Scholar on the Galleries.
I think your secret is out babe.lol
Much love to you and all the WOL(ers)