The Fly
Part 1 Fish On The Ice Counter my living eye clear curious found its dead eye milky sad its slack line mouth slightly open fins little pieces of cellophane a fly wandered across its dry back, and I said sorry, cousin. Part 2. Fly Life Sticking to the wallpaper washing its front legs the fly looks like it's saying a prayer but really it's thinking about a dead fish it was recently standing on. Part 3. The Fat Man The fat man lives at the end of the universe with his wife and his diabetes He squeezes his ass into his chair in front of his TV. He sits there all day every day. That day he was sitting there eyeing the fly pitched on the peeling wallpaper. He only got one good eye so he was watching it with that. The other stared ahead like a dead fish. He hates that fly He hates all flies. They get on your food when you aint looking and shit vomit piss suck it all up and trample over it with their dirty feet. That’s what the TV told him. That’s why he sits in his chair sweating and cursing like a sultan plastic fly swat in his hand waiting waiting for that fly. (Fly Life is originally published in Cream Scene Carnival Magazine)
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Fly 1 This struck a sad chord ...locking eyes with a dead fish on the ice counter .
Fly 2 Little fly hands in prayer .I was observing a fly at close quarters recently and the complex orange alien eyes looked back at me before buzzing off .Nicely written
Fly 3 ..The fat man in the chair ...my favourite .I seemed to know him from somewhere .The silent war between him and the fly .Very dry .
Good one Marc