La Mouche

A brief buzz in the hotness of night,
startling me awake.
A formula one wing tip whizzing past,
then the red lump consequence,
in the morning,
appearing fast.

So in the daylight I seek you out,
you spineless little
blood-sucking fucker.
Throbbing slowly on the white wall,
- dumbly -
bloated with my blood.

There really is no need to creep
up upon your sated sleep
for with a simple, swift, decisive, thump...
you little cunt.


May 2000