From Maggot to Fly

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The cigarette bud is crushed

Into the creases

Of rotten Would.

 

I can see my face

Resembled in the ash

And know we are

One and the same.

 

Though I more closely

Imitate the insect.

Rummaging through cadavers,

Squirming boils burst

at their own

 volition

 

Dug deep into the earth

To taste the red hot

Of my species

 

Under so much weight,

I begin the great ascent

Knowing it’s likely

I’ll never see

The green surface.

 

It’d be easier to accept death,

But what’s the point

Of a bug like that.

Fear of Failure

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We nail the door shut

To blame it on something

In the constellations

We write an elegy

Not to mourn a loved one

But to pull over

Once the airbag is deployed

To pull the trigger

Instead of mortgaging

The next fix

Headless chickens run

With knees blown out

Looking for earth

Plummeting from the sky

 

It seems

We search harder for failure

Than success