flying

the flies constantly put their restless fingers on my head
subtle discomfort is quenching every thought thread which catches your attention
the outlook isn't cunning
but flies buzz about, just like any other creature opportuned with the freedom to fly
one wishes they could reach so high, without the use of sterile tools
these tools aren't used for fixing things
but more for sabotaging everything one could stand for
breaking barriers that make one feel at home, candescent
to be invisible is something too familiar
not like unto the flies, buzzing around, flirting inevitably one with another
but can he see me?
can he hold me?
can i sense his presence?
there is only a numb head and a funny taste in my chest
causing one to feel much like a worthless fly, living only a short life
full of annoying those who i come in contact with
for they wish i wasn't in their face so much

but i am just so fascinated


-bw