Buzz flies

Those crazy flies
Those crazy eyes
Flying flapping
tiny thighs
Swarming
sooting up our skies
Dripping tiny dirty lies
Buzz they say
Their buzzing way

These drowning flies
I eulogise
Dreams
immersed in nightly wine
Filled with drowning little flies
Lying flies
bilndly baptised
Buzz they say
Dumb buzzing way

Booze

Are you happy?
Angry?
Sad?
When you drink
do you go mad?
Do you drink
to
drown
your
sorrows?
Or down drinks
to cheer tomorrows?
Are you happy?
Angry?
Sad?
Can you recall
what thoughts
drinks had?

Squirrel, Kelsey Park, 2012