"do you think flies commit suicide?"
above the smoky rim of your
morning mug o' java.
i ask you to elaborate.
you say---"well, do you
suppose at times some of them
of homocide; amble into the
without pause?"
elucidate.
"yesterday i cleaned out the under-bed
& dusted the shades & came
upon a mini-wild kingdom;
a microcosmic
for the inebriated to see. . ."
i don't understand.
"i think . . ."
are you okay? "i feel like . . ."
you don't look so good
"i know that i don't want
oh.