Ides of March
75
flies are fast
have you noticed?
it’s when you wish them ill
if I were faster than a fly
I’d be a ping pong ace
or WWI, dart out, dart in
later on, take flak
can you tear their wings off?
have you your own drone to chase?
something rancid draws them
they’ll follow up any graph
and fester
diaphanously limbed
and after full moon
see to herd
match swarm
dance with them
all up in the air
lovely, bring contagion
crisis to lurch
how many eyes together to see?
flies are fast
but there’s the sticky paper
poisoned air, honey trap
they pace the upside down of ceiling
glass, what-have-you
polish paws
because they’re aeronauts
and teach us all so many things
won’t you just remind me please
how is it that they drop?
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