That Dirty Old Fly

It could test an elephant’s patience,
Move a sloth from its tree
Or buckle a train wheel,

It’s like counting old scars,
Dictating bad news
Or burning a daydream,

And I feel like that dirty old fly
In that filthy hotel room,
Butting my head against the window,
One,
Two,
Three times.

It’s a cyclical world,

I lie on the paving stones
Groaning.

Poetry.net

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13 Responses to “That Dirty Old Fly”

  1. “It’s like counting old scars,
    Dictating bad news
    Or burning a daydream”
    wow, great imagination

  2. All I can say is, wow. I love the image of the fly butting against the window.

  3. I put a link to your blog on my sidebar.

  4. dunstancarter Says:

    Likewise – thanks for stopping by, Angela 🙂

  5. You have great poems here. 🙂

  6. dunstancarter Says:

    Cheers Ina – much appreciated

  7. dunstancarter Says:

    Thanks Evelyn

  8. I loved that part “Butting my head… one, two, three .. “.
    You have acute observation!

  9. Nice, Dunstan.

  10. russian billy Says:

    great -i wish i had written that!

  11. dunstancarter Says:

    Cheers one and all!

  12. Dennis Carter Says:

    Another superb poem. When’s the book coming out? One ought to.

  13. Simplistic yet you didn’t need more!! Fantastic!

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