fly away

the fly,
a bit of frenetic
life,
a black dot of fury
against the screen.
clear webbed wings
and an iridescent green
tinge,
somehow.
does he even know what
he wants?
buzzing in,
buzzing out.
never flying in a
straight line,
never resting,
always uncertain about
what to do
next with his short
crazed life.