written by: Zen
The curious fly approaches my cup of coffee
It lands on the rim of the mug
It squints at me with its compound eyeball
As it fiddles with its fragile legs
While the wings vibrate irregularly
Making a sound like the tapping
Of a message in Morse code
I can only imagine what it can say to me:
Can I have a sip of this? It smells fresh! vrrrr
Why are you alone?
Can I bathe my legs in this dark roast? vrrrr
You look quite morbid this morning
Eh vrrrr you’re no fun! vrrrr….
And it flies away momentarily
just like every broad that has walked in and out of my dwindling life
Leaving me by myself
with my unusual imaginings
Zen has been writing poetry for over a decade. He has been published in local Canadian magazines, Cruel Garters, and Spillwords. Most recently, Zen has published a poetry chapbook entitled "Montreality" (Launched Apr. 2, 2021) and can be found on most digital stores. You can follow Zen on blogspot at Zenpoetries.
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