Flyblown Poems - Poems about Flyblown

...lies beget more lies leaves truth flyblown full of holes maggoty in fall......Read the rest...

...From dense sleep we emerge. Realizing our coat, we seek to cast off this Nessus. We drank the Jonestown Kool-Aid and now it’s too late. We never noticed the circling vultures despotic desce......Read the rest...

...Flesh was falling from the bone, clumps of flyblown steak, rippling the glass surface below its reflection fragmented in the lake bloods oily residue hanging in long tendrils, leaving a st......Read the rest...

...I owe so many. And they've become overweight. I can't carry them any longer. Whenever I returned home In the dead of midnight, The debt I owe mother, Who waited up without eating. When I lay i......Read the rest...

...Sip the slide of spilled champagne Feel it glide through every vein Scented by the rose red lips Aghast beheld by rapture's grip Scars reflect in mannequin eyes Silent screams and splintered si......Read the rest...

...Can one count the pieces of a broken heart? Can a flag half staff proudly wave? Will kites still rise in staccato weather, or partial freedom be less than a slave? Explain this measure of a he......Read the rest...

... I am from those moments George Ella Lyon I am Made of This I am from the isolation of pioneer spirits- an ancient beekeeper- a vintage lacemaker I am from a land of dancin......Read the rest...

...Just dehydrate a dead dingo's donger, till it isn't any longer, grind it down till he is feeling speyed, Porkupine is great, on the Aboriginal plate, a favourite meal, they might relate, op......Read the rest...

...Squatter Jack have you lived awhile in west Queensland, out in the red soil dust, where the crows will pick your eyes out and, bore water is a must, have you seen a thin and starving cow, not......Read the rest...

...The past that haunts the future hangs flyblown, Still the fraying lariat chokes a larynx dead, And silences the words, still born, unknown To ears that should have caught the sentence said. O......Read the rest...

...Farewell to the order, cried in depth, A surface skimmed flat stone, For sure the past drinks slower breath, Cold-cocked and slow deflating; When the tyres kiss the steely rims And wrecks r......Read the rest...