Fly

[JoelJosol]

There are lies and there are

flies. These will not take you to the moon

or flay you before the stars.

 

Interestingly, like parent-birds,

the instinct is to fight back, kamikaze-like:

fly to the depths and crash.

 

But, the advertised phytochemicals

aren't scraping the fat off my veins:

Come on, burn, baby, burn.

 

What do I do with you now

and how? Look, the plate left unfinished,

has a fly feasting on it.

[tonyv]

Interesting how you lump flies together with lies, as if both can fly. And yes, though flies fly, like lies, they will not take you to the moon/or flay you before the stars. Love the choice of word in flay.

 

It seems the narrator is eating some kind of dietetic food. He is disappointed over both the substance of the food and the claims of the advertisers. Perhaps this is a metaphor for lies and deceptions in general. I like the mix of beauty (moon/stars above) and filth (the dirty plate there on the narrator's level).

 

Tony

[Aleksandra]

Yes indeed this is interesting. I agree with Tony.

It looks like some hide and seek game.

 

I like how is written this line: Come on, burn, baby, burn. - sounds interesting and wild.

 

And the ending part it is meaningful a lot

 

What do I do with you now

and how? Look, the plate left unfinished,

has a fly feasting on it.

 

Nice poem Joel.

 

Aleksandra

[JoelJosol]

Thanks for reading, tony and alek.

 

I actually used the symbols to reflect tension and conflict.