Poem 186

Nice chasing of a simple idea …

( I like the little flights of fancy growing into blow-lies … )

Lies Are Flies

… with the f's pulled off
and like a famine film
they seem particularly attracted
to your mouth
                          from maggoty germinations
little flights of fancy
bloating into great big blow-lies 
that blat round the room
until their dirty bristling bodies
smack me right
in the face