The Flying Rebel | 2010
In the summer of 2010 I wrote a series of short poems which I compiled into a Visual Sketchbook. This is Entry #11
Because it is cold and these
little winged insects need a home too;
because I cannot tolerate
bloodthirsty vampires keeping me
up all night buzzingly trying
to drain me of my blood
and because I shall turn on
the device that drives them all away
then this one defiant mosquito
shall fly directly above the machine
land there,
and stare at me
getting dizzier and dizzier by the second
as it calculatingly waits
for me
to fall asleep.