Spitting Flies
I sit and spit whole flies on a dusty floor,
nothingness comes close but I soon reject
Particles are disturbed as the flies soar.
now, I believe those parts get my respect.
The day didn’t start good, soon got worse,
to many parts of my life keep shrinking.
Not as if we’re given a chance to rehearse,
why does a widget in a can get me thinking.
Whose in the centre stirring this great pot,
surely they must have a sterile gentle spoon.
Who decides whom to mix or who’re not,
you think it’s a god deciding where to prune?
The sherbet mixed in water was a favourite,
fizzes up and makes your nose really tingle.
Poor people had to be content with a lot of shit,
in certain areas the ingredients didn’t ever mingle.
What am I saying as these flies like words dry up?
hands don’t fit the basin anymore, that frightens.
What if the water overflows an old broken cup?
surely we all return as a particular, that enlightens.
Comments
Roscoe
I use the term spitting snakes, but I think that flies are more subtle and deep, Snakes are anger, where as flies are perspection of your surroundings hope your thoughts have joined the reality again.
Then maybe you will have to spit snakes lol.
Loved the write, just a little forced in the odd place, but a good read anyway, Yours Ian.T
Thank you,
Thank you Ian, i've heard the term spitting snakes, is this not an angry tongue. No as usul i was quite calm when i wrote this lol, the political classes don't really get me angry. Glad you enjoyed anyway. Regards Roscoe...