buzzing and landing,
not demanding,
any attention at all,
on the wall
rather be not visible,
life can be miserable,
things can go boom
while I'm in the room,
if someone tries to flatten my face
stand back and just give me my place
on the wall
on the wall
that is all
I want,
is to hang out,
and hang off,
near the air as it
floats by, with treasured
aromas
to be tasted
at my leisure,
unless one of them
goes into a seizure
and begins to beat
space and time,
some surreal pantomime,
missing me
strike one two three
why are they not out?
Errol Flynn they are not,
caped crusader,
or
Darth Vader,
hero and villain,
in pursuit of a fly,
my oh my, such moves, such grace
all to flatten my face against a wall,
I am so glad, with such a mess, I was small.
©DWE012014
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
buzzing and landing,
not demanding,
any attention at all,
on the wall
rather be not visible,
life can be miserable,
things can go boom
while I'm in the room,
if someone tries to flatten my face
stand back and just give me my place
on the wall
on the wall
that is all
I want,
is to hang out,
and hang off,
near the air as it
floats by, with treasured
aromas
to be tasted
at my leisure,
unless one of them
goes into a seizure
and begins to beat
space and time,
some surreal pantomime,
missing me
strike one two three
why are they not out?
Errol Flynn they are not,
caped crusader,
or
Darth Vader,
hero and villain,
in pursuit of a fly,
my oh my, such moves, such grace
all to flatten my face against a wall,
I am so glad, with such a mess, I was small.
©DWE012014
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