Heaven is My Horse Fly (V2)
A common horse fly
peripatetic traveler
vacationing in my world
into my bathroom,
(ride me cowboy, fly)
it’s summer time -
lands on my toilet seat
pit stops at Nikki’s Bar &
Grill,
kitty litter box, refuels.
Thirteen round trips
buzzing my skin and skull -
he calls them “short runs.”
Steady pilot, good mileage,
frequent flier credits.
I swat his war journey,
splat, downed, then, an abrupt
end.
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