Fly Boom in My Room
by David Alan Jones
Zip went the fly up and up and up to the moon-pitted ceiling,
looping over and buzzing on in an impossible straight line till he
reached the wall and dove -- not straight now, but zigzagging, pulling
up at the carpet -- free, easy, a zillion eyes on wings, careening
around the bedpost toward the bookshelf, beating the air into
submission, screaming a fly scream, wishing for a horse, or a Twinkie,
or a mate or some feces, charging, zooming, booming a fly boom,
flipping six legs to a copy of "The Great Gatsby," landing on east egg
beside the green light -- in the water -- hot, but happy.
It was his second day -- his last.
© 2005 David Alan Jones
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