here they come
throbbing with anticipation–
the lazy fat Miami flies.
they’ve been drowning
in puddles of vodka
& strutting along alleys.
they see the end
and they’re afraid.
in droves
they zip around you
fast talking,
low key,
high maintenance,
Ill tempered
and persistent.
they just want
to eat.
starving yet so
full of vapid rhetoric.
dragging their loneliness
in Louboutin luggage.
oily slicked back
flies..
here they come,
ready to latch on
and suck.
– Sheila Sea
sheila sea 
Very beautiful! Very breath taking!
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Beautiful!
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I have nominated you for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award.
https://himevn.wordpress.com/2014/12/29/sisterhood-of-the-world-bloggers-award/#more-900
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oh wow, my goodness. I’ll have to research this and submit correctly. Thank you so much. 🙂
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Awesomeeeee!
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🙂
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Amazingly written! 🙂
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Well heck. I love a poem when I’m confused. Are we talkin’ flies or people here? Love it!
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I see this on several levels: the street hustlers (homeless, vagabonds, etc.), and the street hustlers (Wall Street, insurance salespeople, lawyers, preachers). Frankly, I prefer the latter as an interpretation, because people of the street — you see and know what you get. The other guys? They are just oily slick and ready to suck your blood.
Great imagery and a wonderful metaphor. Good job.
SM
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You’re absolutely right. It’s definitely the latter.. But its also a juxtaposition between the two. I’m really glad that comes through and that you shared your interpretation, its the same as my own. 🙂
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Great minds . . . . you know.
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😏😏😏😏
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Great poem!! I love the imagery.
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powerful and evocative!
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lol I’m from Miami, so I feel the need to say: “Hey, it’s not ALL flies…We also have Palmetto roaches.”
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lmao yay, I was really hoping someone from Miami would chime in! Agreed, this is a specific breed of Miamian. 🙂
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Yeah, I know the type you vividly describe.
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Switch ‘Miami’ to ‘St Pete Beach’ and it works just the same. *sigh* 🙂
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I used to live down there. So I think this poem is hilarious
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lol still here so I completely agree.
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This is really original!
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Wonderful imagery and careful choice of words. I love how the metaphor works throughout! This is clearly a well thought-out piece of work! Only after reading this poem did I realize that you’ve put the tag ‘dating’! It really made me rethink the whole poem! Shows the depths poetry can reach! Kudos to you for that.
And finally, I found out someone who uses the same theme as I do! YAY! High-five!
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Thank you! It’s actually about my experience being single in Miami.. and the type of men you come across (for the most part). It’s my own social commentary about the culture here, as a whole, as well. I’m glad you felt the layers come through, thanks for stopping by. 🙂
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Could not understand what “Louboutin” means , Can you explain?
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Mhmm, of course. Its a really expensive, sought-after brand of luggage. It’s a reference to the superficiality of the culture. I hope that helps. 🙂
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Lovely poem. 🙂
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I know about this, because I like to hang out in South Beach and hide amongst the people while your “Miami Flies”
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Love you, love this and I nominated you for a Versatile Blogger Award. 🙂 Details on my blog. xx
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oh man, thanks so much, Meagan. I’m going to go check it out now. 💜
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Thanks for the follow! I like your work too!
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Awesome descriptions, I love it !
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Hi, Thanks so much for following my blog. I love what i have seen so far on here, and will be back for more!
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Thank you, Sheila, on behalf of Daylight Tune Ministry to follow our ministry blog. May our poetry bless your hearts and minds 🙂
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This was a really good poem.
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wow, I’m sensing as a swat society to the side a hauntingly telling metaphor … fun piece
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Amazing use of imagery and metaphor. Even before I read loubotin bags, I knew you were talking of the money thirsty rich hustlers. Good work!
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“…full of vapid rhetoric” I dig your cynical stabs
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oh wow, I am a native Miamian, I haven’t found the flies to be any worse than anywhere else and I’ve been around the world.
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haha I’m a native miamian as well.. though I’m not sure if you mean literal flies but either way, you’d be right.
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This is a really interesting, creative poem. Thank you for following my blog, I look forward to reading more of yours.
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I absolutely love this!!!
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Thank youu ☺️☺️
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Slap those flies! I love the honesty of your voice. Good stuff.
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Thank you for liking my blog and for the follow ❤
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I love those Miami flies. Thanks for taking time away from your writing to visit my blog!
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