The Fly

I,I,   I,I......It's not me

Too and fro around we go

The Hum of the TV is coming through the door

I can't make out the voices

I wonder what it's like to buzz around with wings?

Like the fly....Swat at it...It came; It's to close.

Am i structuring my sentences to the right affect?

BZZZzzzzz;;;,,,....I didn't get it; the fly i mean.

The interconnections of thought are infinite...am i the Fly?

Hello Fly. I'm cheating. There are thoughts in between.

Oooops got it! Never used an exclamation mark before.

She hasn't messaged or called. I miss her. Not her!

green lilies, sunflowers....to late to erase, can't break the rules!

Is this improvisation?

Author's Note

just a fun stream of consciousness poem i wrote years ago and found while going through some old papers.

Reviews

[Samuel Ferris]

i thought the poem was funny because i actually thought to myself "is this improvisation" as i was writing it.

[Samuel Ferris]

lol, trust me none taken. Going out of there mind is something composers have been known to do;)
I swear though, i was just sitting in my room and tried to record every thought that came to mind with out correction, and a fly was buzzing around my head and i was actually thinking about hysteria at the time, and how i could get that effect.

[JENY]

Poem is good...
I liked it....
But...there is every possibility....for you to go out of your mind.....
The only....relief is that ...you wrote it years ago....
you must have passed through that phase...

lukas.....
do not take my words...as an offence