Biting Flies and Bill Collectors

It is one of those god-awful days when nothing goes right,
And time's become a horse which gallops, gone mad,
Due to tormenting flies, and the sun, falsely friendly
At first in the east, now is sealing off every means of escape.
I am writhing, the jockey, tormented himself, counting
The hoof beats, the minutes which pound, hoping my
Mount soon will reach our one passage: the cabinet
And bottle within.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-03 at 21:05

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