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Counting Flies

Fdf5205c-8b5b-4da8-a6dc-63fe28d680a9by Billy J. Stewart06 Oct 2014

And here in the stillness of the evening,
I sit in the back room, thinking about my predicament, counting flies,
As the autumn sun slides into the western hills.
Tomorrow’s promise, ah that’s just crazy talk…
The wine goes down well,
Swirling the glass, looking at those long legs,
Rich, velvet, plummy.
I’d get up and open the window, only,
I just could not be arsed.
Just about sums me up really, I suppose,
Glazed eyes, staring into the middle distance,
Gradually aware of my reflection,
Ghosting through cold and vacant shadows.
No, I’ll just sit here a little more,
Slipping away, bit by bit.
Falling apart, piece by piece.
Feeling the jagged edge of time,
Dragging my carcass over the broken glass,
Of shattered dreams.
Ah now, yes, I’ll just sit here a while more,
Counting flies, crawling up the pane.
They’ll be dead by the morning,
But I’ll be here,
Grand I am, the inglorious Lord of the flies.