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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required i go in the morning, as i normally do, and warm my cup of coffee, robust awakenings to today, sit down and begin to arouse and contemplate the day before me after a bit, i move about and down the last of the cup, then i swish the final in and i realize immediately and run to the kitchen sink a few steps away ...and spit out. i look down and see a dark form in the sink unmoving, i mindfully think, a fly, as dead as...day with revulsion i feel the solidness still within my mouth bouncing across my tongue, and glance again to the bottom of the sink and spy the second fly! two dead flies i surmise were stroking in my cup in the romance of the night, buzzing vaguely French soundings between them, ripples expanding in their caffeinated pool "aaah, my dear you make me feel so alive! so energized!" "oooh, i too feel alive my love in this cool dark water with you...drowning beside me" and i wonder if these anthropomorphic house flies really loved each other...really, and would prefer to...go down, together rather than fly alone past one more night of speeding blissful intercourse touching, still, it leaves a peculiar taste in my mouth © Goode Guy 2011-10-04 a guy, alas, a true story. --- addendum: four days later, i wake and find my cup in the kitchen. a bit more savvy now i dump the inch or so left in the cup, in the sink a dark form, forlorn, lies still the winged jilted lover, i think, how bittersweet, that the third too, wished to commit caffeinated suicide now that the pot is hot and a new day is possible © Goode Guy 2011-10-08
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