The summer flies are banging
against my front screen door again
how insistent they are
on gaining their freedom
I just get settled on the sofa
and I hear them slamming
against the metal again
I rise to crack open the door
and allow another bunch to escape
How accommodating I've become
in my involuntary and ever growing
awareness of fleeting time
Go...GO I say
and be flies
go and eat poop
and whatever you can snatch
from someone's bistro cafe sandwich
go and be a scourge upon the populace
annoying and pissing off one and all
with your kamikaze fly bys
the world is your cat box
so feast your omniscient eyes upon it
and take it all in
It's all over in a few weeks
you know
MY
how
the
summer
flies
