a fly like a meteor
chides my head,
orbiting the big bang
of my distress.
i nap
and its proboscis
daps on my sweat.
i complain
and it whines
like a misunderstood
wizard
whose vision is superior-
-full of sheens, prisms
and wonders--
as if it had seen god
through mandalic eyes.
found manna
on Universal Rundle.
it has zigzagged awed
and nose
dived true,
but never so dizzy
it forgets to see.
why should i be
its nemesis,
the claw in the gloom
that swipes? why must i
exist to thwart
its hallelujah?
Chris Crittenden, Maine, USA
3 comments:
Excellent! I still have the buzzing in my ears.
Superb :)
Skilful use of rhetorical questions.
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