Flies Sprial Around the Corner of 7th & Irving

by Curt Allday

I was standing on the corner covered with the mist of fog
Thinking aloud with my bag strapped around me
As the parking tickets circled
Around and around while ruining drivers’ appetites
Like those circling flies once
Covering mama’s thanksgiving mash potatoes

Don’t you remember?

She seemed to always dump a bit more salt on the side
To try and dehydrate their hungry fervor for the mantra
Repeating over and over on her antique transistor radio:

I will continue on
I will go on living
I will walk this world alone knowing that

If she doesn’t want me,
She cannot have me, so

I open my heart
I pry open the mind
I take hold
And I feel it
I move on, because

There’s no other way to go.


Author's Note: at a corner, thinking about parking tickets, when a new thought overrides those- thinking about this girl and how i need to move on and forget about the whole thing- but cant cause im too much an idiot to know when things are over- so this is a moment in time, so the abrupt shift is intentional is what i am saying

Posted on 05/21/2007
Copyright © 2022 Curt Allday

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