Sunday, March 04, 2012

A fly in the eye of my friend


A fly in the eye of my friend



Irritable little bugger”
He cries, wiping at the lid.
Tugging at the corner, flicking
Eye to the sky,
A hope to release.

Small things can cause,
Pain that is disproportional.
Just die, you damned fly.”
A burst of fury and spittle,
Sprays the passing tourists.

I laugh, I can't help myself.
His misery is so comical.
But why should I,
Whilst he, fly in eye
That won't die,
Sit quietly and try,
This humour deny,
When I'm bursting to cry ?



N.B. No flies were harmed during the writing of this poem, nor friends embarrassed by being named.