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.



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