metamorphic rock n' roll

there's this fly circling my bedroom,
this massive green-chromed thing like the world's smallest space-ship.

i've been counting and every four minutes thirty seconds it dive-bombs my head,
strafing airplanes and helicopter drug-raid spots through boarded-up cracks
& it's all in my head,
headlights and streetlights and not drug-
raids at all.

i'm a demon,
he said,
a speed demon.
i'm not, i said, and
i don't think we're going to get along.

i'm more of a mosquito than
a housefly or a blowfly,
that forensic larval life cycle
[determine time of death,
police setting sequences of events]

i'm a mosquito,
needle fingers &
red-streaked arms.

there's this fly circling my room & he's a speed demon