THE BUZZ
Down in your gutter
the flutter of wings
these things you see
ain't bees
or butterflies
they're bottleflies.
Their dirty feet
do a neat
jig on your head
and the dead feel the same tiny toes on their nose
but these are friends you chose.
It's sad but true
that blue
gleamin' hairy buggeyed angel's watchin' over you.
© Darcy Stumbaugh, January 8, 2002
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