2 Flies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGCCHIJHCCKLMNO PQQRSCTTHUOVWHQMTXYZ CA2B2PC2PQCAC2D2HQQQ PGOE2C2AF2G2RC2H2PI2 RF2PJ2CCC2PPH2PPK2OV L2OHJQPC2| seems they want more | A |
| it seems almost as if they | B |
| are angry | C |
| that they are flies | D |
| it is not my fault | E |
| I sit in the room | F |
| with them | G |
| and they taunt me | C |
| with their agony | C |
| it is as if they were | H |
| loose chunks of soul | I |
| left out of somewhere | J |
| I try to read a paper | H |
| but they will not let me | C |
| be | C |
| one seems to go in half circles | K |
| high along the wall | L |
| throwing a miserable sound | M |
| upon my head | N |
| the other one the smaller one | O |
| stays near and teases my hand | P |
| saying nothing | Q |
| rising dropping | Q |
| crawling near | R |
| what god puts these | S |
| lost things upon me | C |
| other men suffer dictates of | T |
| empire tragic love | T |
| I suffer | H |
| insects | U |
| I wave at the little one | O |
| which only seems to revive | V |
| his impulse to challenge | W |
| he circles swifter | H |
| nearer even making | Q |
| a fly sound | M |
| and one above | T |
| catching a sense of the new | X |
| whirling he too in excitement | Y |
| speeds his flight | Z |
| drops down suddenly | C |
| in a cuff of noise | A2 |
| and they join | B2 |
| in circling my hand | P |
| strumming the base | C2 |
| of the lampshade | P |
| until some man thing | Q |
| in me | C |
| will take no more | A |
| unholiness | C2 |
| and I strike | D2 |
| with the rolled up paper | H |
| missing | Q |
| striking | Q |
| striking | Q |
| they break in discord | P |
| some message lost between them | G |
| and I get the big one | O |
| first and he kicks on his back | E2 |
| flicking his legs | C2 |
| like an angry whore | A |
| and I come down again | F2 |
| with my paper club | G2 |
| and he is a smear | R |
| of fly ugliness | C2 |
| the little one circles high | H2 |
| now quiet and swift | P |
| almost invisible | I2 |
| he does not come near | R |
| my hand again | F2 |
| he is tamed and | P |
| inaccessible I leave | J2 |
| him be he leaves me | C |
| be | C |
| the paper of course | C2 |
| is ruined | P |
| something has happened | P |
| something has soiled my | H2 |
| day | P |
| sometimes it does not | P |
| take man | K2 |
| or a woman | O |
| only something alive | V |
| I sit and watch | L2 |
| the small one | O |
| we are woven together | H |
| in the air | J |
| and the living | Q |
| it is late | P |
| for both of us | C2 |
Charles Bukowski
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