Sky
Raisins
Why do all the dumb flies
live in my
house can’t find their
way
out of a wet paper bag they sneak
at eye height in figure eights
towards my room as
the day leaves
assuming that the light
of the computer screen slopping out
with all the trash and slurry
of our kind reflect
on their faceted with glory
eyes all this
will keep them
safe
from death on windowsills
motivated droning
until daybreak
when the bladder of a small dog
sets them free
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