I’m just like the last fruit in a bowl of fruit.
Now it’s just a bowl of me.
Magical thinking works like a toaster.
Just pops like it hurts and it might if it catches on fire with my mind.
Good riddance to people who know my number and I wish they would never call me.
I wish “good riddance” actually got rid of things, it actually collects more intrusive thoughts.
I’m just like the last fruit fly who pretends to hate fruit.
I’m still buzzing around, you know?
Alone but it’s not random.
Random like people who live near me.
That would have been friends in the other time line.
I’m really different from a fly somehow.
I like coffee and I usually can’t climb the ceilings.
But when I see myself.
I’m just a bowl of me.
slammed
notebook
shut killing
a fruit fly dead
gone
My heart is bound with twin-distressed grommets
But every night I look up at the sky Waiting for a comet.
My eyes fixate and focus before they leak like faucets
And I glance up, I zealously try
To spot it, the elusive comet.
My fate seems tangled in spider webs
Where I'm the fruit fly awaiting demise
The anxiety flows, the panic ebbs
I hope I pass away before I realize....
Yes, I hope I die before I realize
Maybe the comet is never to come
It's Halley's comet I want before my eyes
And the outliving odds are zero to none....
...
My heart is bound with ever-loosening grommets
It feels ever so often, it's being taunted
But still I await, albeit halfheartedly,
I still await my comet.
The day the hour,
The meat the shower,
Show no oscillating octopus to an octagonal obelisk and eat a Greek tortilla upside down in a second. It is wiser to tread lightly in a miller’s abode. Round and round the turrets go those turtles so mind your footing for shells can be slippery really.
When shopping for an Aberdeen Angus bull it is wise to carry an umbrella as showers can occur from any lengths of tail thus rendering talismans useless and a fruit fly would remark that a plate of steamed rice is simply not that exciting really so now after all that information you can leapfrog over the dandelions wearing a cotton pair of anglers waders and a fish hat with or without fins.
X anthropomorphic creatures X
Though her flesh was soft as moonlight,
He found her soul a bleak midnight.
Her sapphire eyes, banana sky,
But she spoiled things like a fruit fly.
He’s out of time, needs a bypass -
Her body, shaped like an hourglass.
6/16/2023
A fruit fly with nothing better to do
Embedded itself into a honeydew
And laid its eggs in the mushy cavity
Which I consider insect depravity!
Written November 13, 2022
Tick-tock of a clock lasts a fraction of moment,
Yet, makes me cognizant of the moments potent;
The dewdrop that glistens from the tip of a leaf,
Though its life is a second or minute so brief...
The mayfly lives, kissing the lamp, a day or less,
Yet, that makes itself as happy as none could guess;
Fruit fly survives fourteen days as a total whole,
Egg to larva, pupa, the adult with a goal...
The Pantry pests, Luna moths, ant-drones and houseflies,
Each lives with no complaints and dies with no outcries;
Parrot, crow, pigeon, sparrow, eagle, and vulture,
Who have, earning the food they eat, as their culture...
Clean air, soothing sounds, and the beauty of nature,
A beam of sunlight and gleam of gentle gesture;
Relishing memories; cherishing warm events,
Sun basking, Moon baking, Stargazing calm moments...
The holiness of motherhood; Fatherly care,
Fraternal love and mutual concern we share;
I cannot just tell, indeed, what does not touch me,
Devoid of these touches, can I ever be me…?
17 July 2021
Touch My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Somewhere between an in and out wave,
my boat broke; it's an essential
scaled down vessel of my body -
I become somewhat alarmed.
Water being almost always in a fluid state
did the unexpected and played dead.
It attained a most unusual state
of neck down paralysis
and so, head moving left and right
yet frozen beneath,
(assuming there was a beneath),
I remained trapped upwards,
caught like a fruit fly in a glass of merlot.
The boat, though riddled with holes,
sinks only to the gunnels yet plows on,
gliding gracefully upon a moon-path
toward a moon that had hid its face under
a soggy pillow.
By now I could hear the bed creaking
under the strain of being nudged
by several icebergs.
‘I am not a fruit fly’, I shouted,
as a rising sun
raced to a corner of the bedroom
to watch my dreaming brain
struggle up to the level of its eyes
while I reluctantly bobbed
in the stale undercurrent
of that fourth unwise
glass of red wine.
Steady thrums of May rain
have soddened the evergreen earth,
and peonies are in full bloom again.
Hallelujah! A sublime rebirth.
The beauty that is spring,
as bright and colorful as the rainbow.
Foxgloves let their bells swing
as butterflies float about the meadow.
The sun shining in the noontide sky,
so hopeful and illuminating.
Petrichor swirls in the air like a fruit fly.
Its scent couldn't be more intoxicating.
The human race dance with glee
to the young spring's piano sonata.
Music to my ears! Bald eagles soar free
and nightingales compose their dulcet cantata.
The beauty that is spring,
as bright and colorful as the rainbow.
Foxgloves let their bells swing
as butterflies float about the meadow.
Date written: 05/01/2020
They had two children
a boy and a girl
They'd done their bit
for a crowded world
Billions then living in poverty
Conditions heartbreakingly unsanitary
The 'moral' thing for parents to do
If having kids, stop at two
So dad had a vasectomy
Quickly and quite easily
His tubes were tied
Hs conscience satisfied...
Yet just eight months later
He wished he'd had
an appendectomy
or tonsillectomy --
anything but a vasectomy
,
For his baby daughter had died of SIDS
and now he could father no more kids
Just as painful, down the road
his son came out as gay
~ No grandchildren for him; no way
"Be fruitful and multiply"
Was commanded not just to the fruit fly
But to Adam and Eve, now mocked with mirth --
Though my poor friend with a vasectomy
Knows only pain on this Earth
He wants you to have as many children as you can
Not to think that you're privy to the Divine plan
I stand on the hill and look at the sky,
Down the beaten path and the road I have come;
I peer upwards at the twilight sky and sigh
At last, the race, I have won.
Before me on the ground is the life I have lived
My family my friends all the things I have done,
At last on this hill I have arrived
Below I can see waving to me, my beloved grandson.
Oh this wonderful life I have lived, laughed and loved
I know it is time now to say goodbye;
Goodbye to my darling beloved
Goodbye to my favourite animal, the Mediterranean fruit fly.
Goodbye to hot baths, cool drinks and stormy nights.
Goodbye to good books, to treats and wind in the leaves.
Goodbye to snow, Christmas and to the Festival of Lights.
Goodbye to hot chocolate, laughter, joy and long flannel sleeves.
Goodbye to mountain landscapes, the ocean and so much more,
I must go now, to the future, in the light, forevermore.
Goodbye to the world I have lived, laughed and loved.
I live amazed in an amphitheatre,
A huge red and white domed tent.
Working with actors and jesters,
Enduring a perpetual torment.
The crazies I know are the clowns,
Red nose and a big head of hair.
And the gym junkies, they’re the strongmen,
Wrestling each day with a junked up brown bear.
And the farmers are the animal acts,
Talking with elephants, lions and a monkey.
While the women down town, they’re the hula hoop spinners,
Forever looking so spunky.
Then there’s the boss in charge, she runs the sideshow,
With magic acts, rubber man and the pony.
She makes up the rules as she goes every day,
Turning up as the bearded lady.
My life is in the flying fruit fly circus,
Others, are they oblivious to sights I view.
Every day brings a new surprise, I see it, I wonder,
I’m curious, do you see it too?
Long live James Tate. :)
Dear Fruit Fly
I don't like you
I can't stand you
Everywhere I go
You seem to be there
Staring me in my face
waiting for me to turn my back
so you can steal the food from off my plate
but today you really strike a nerve when you snatch my Eggo
That was my blueberry Eggo waffles
You and your compadres have to go
I had a enough
so here is a bus ticket
find somebody else home you can invade
Please fruit fly go away
You have over stayed your welcome
My mom calls me Lion
Because I’m the king of my domain.
She also calls me Tiger
Cause I’m horrible to tame!
My father calls me Monkey
When I jump up on the bed.
He thinks I’ll trip and fall,
And then I’ll bump my head.
My sister calls me Fruit Fly,
Cause I like to steal her food.
I also like to buzz by
And annoy her like one too!
My brother calls me Cheetah
Cause I always beat him when we race.
He also says it’s cause I have freckles on my face.
I even think my dog thinks I’m something too
Because he always barks at me when I come into the room.
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