Friday, October 12, 2012

Ode to Dead Fly


Fly Up Close

dry dry
dry dead fly
there you lie
dearly departed
not asking why
like my imagination
sigh 


why why
dry dead fly
while you lie
 i'm drawn to you sir
that end being nigh
like my inspiration
sigh

dry dry
dry dead fly
there you lie
forever captured
immortal sucked dry
like my illusions
sayonara 
bye bye


Waiting for some rain to fall... Miss Absinthe