I Am The Bugs

To live with yourself. No one else will.

I Am The Bugs

I feel like a sinner, whenever
I’m awake or it’s day

I’m like a flea drawn to blood
A spider binding victims

An ant that has lost the trail,
While burying the dead

I feel like a sinner all day,
But at night

I am an insect
I am that six-foot cockroach

With an apple phobia and patricide dreams
I am a balled up pill-bug

Stuck shut and on an incline
I am a silverfish in a bug spray ocean

I am a sinner all my life
But in my dreams

I die the deaths of insects



Sonny Giordano, Valentine Media(c), 2010