first blog post is my favoruite poem that i've written.

Diptera

There is a fly on the wall.
It is buzzing, incessantly.
A hairy round ball of annoyance,
A sound with legs and wings.

When, if it stops,
It won’t be quite as plump.
As I look with bated breath,
With paper lethality, I pause.

The fuzz is pockmarked on
Glimmering green, gold
It weaves to a million rubies
Reflecting to clueless ganglia.

Puckered mouth reaches out.
There’s no food on the wall, but
He’s curious. The filth drives
him to polish his jeweled glasses.

His robe of emerald ends
With stained-glass angels,
And million-segmented gloves
An altar for fabergè forms.

There was a fly on the wall.
Once a prisoner of paper and glass
He’ll find his food somewhere else
With far less alien, judging eyes.