Do I infest my life like a
parasite
hatched from eggs laid by a moth
that flies in the night?
hatched from eggs laid by a moth
that flies in the night?
I try to be a do-right
man who stays true to his troth.
Why then do I feel like a parasite—
man who stays true to his troth.
Why then do I feel like a parasite—
wound up as tight
as a mechanical mouse on the table cloth—
a fly-by-night,
as a mechanical mouse on the table cloth—
a fly-by-night,
arriving one fine evening on
your street—
aways a foundering fly in your broth,
trichinella in your joints.
aways a foundering fly in your broth,
trichinella in your joints.
I want to say that I don’t
bite,
but if that’s true how did I get my berth
on this vampire-train setting fire to the night
a pampered bug. My food is
lifebut if that’s true how did I get my berth
on this vampire-train setting fire to the night
itself, but I’ll soon be buried in the earth.
I infest my life like a parasite
that flies in the night.
