Treetop Torment

How high can you fly,

clingy black flies?

20 metres,

30 metres,

40 metres high?

Even here

at 50

still you multiply.

in nose,

ears, eyes.

Were you on the moon

when the astronauts

came by?

Are you

in Purgatory

picking at our styes?

Is there anywhere

you’re not,

clingy black flies?

• pic courtesy of Pexels.com by Matej Cerkez
• from a draft in my commonplace book from December 2006

Yr Fizz

I opened up a soft drink —

You know how it is —

One already opened

but it had lost its fizz.

 

It had lost its zest.

It had lost its tang.

It had lost its bite

& worse, had lost its bang!

 

So hang onto your hat.

Enjoy life’s gee whiz.

You gotta be where it’s at.

& Never lose your fizz.