The Orgy of Flies

7/5/2024 avoiding the 4th, escaping to Canada, slowed by heat and gearbox repairs

The Noble Duck

Tracy said — Can’t we go one day without you or the boat breaking? — These people came out to celebrate the difficulties we had going in reverse

There was a moment — becalmed — with 3 foot waves — unusually nauseous — going to use the head — while dozens of biting flies followed elliptical orbits around me — Why?

Do you even need to ask?

The Orgy of Flies
Con/Jur/d, 7/5/2024


Dear Friend,

One day out, the tower belching
steam, cooling its nuclear heart the
remaining morsel of last night’s land
port, with the keel scraping on un-
marked hazards, just like the long
thread of a life lived past middle age
and The Old Gods, the ones without 
names, the ones who mocked and 
shamed The Namer, muffed his
feathers, tangled his limbs, removed
his fur, dared him to think “Naked”
compounding the errors of thinking
and naming, the hiding from the 
everpresent Now, like something 
pretending to come in-from 
No Where, instead of out-of

Those Old Gods surround our boat
The Congress of Cormorants, who
flew off, low and slow, together
The Solitary Gull bobbing up, bobbing
down, A Visiting Nausea, unexpected
and resolved when we took the helm

“We were betrayed” we said, “by the
Uncreative Namers, the ones who
replaced curiosity with trivia” “Who?”
she said, “The ones who will tell us
in great detail when we say, ‘Computer
tell me the details of the exploited 
superhero universes and all of the
derivatives, variations and sellable
deviations,’ but when we say ‘OK
Computer tell me why there is an
orgy of biting  flies in the galley of our
boat 15 miles from shore’ we’re left
to wade through opinions, bad matches
and misdirections” “Did you try it?” 
she asked. “We didn’t. We were afraid
they wouldn’t confirm our suspicions that
these flies mate and lay eggs in dead fish
and are attracted to boats as an evolutionary
adaption, following fishermen for millennia
breeding on their fresh and discarded catches”

“O,” she said 
“so, you’re not 
interested in 
the truth?”

“The Truth is 
alright,” we said
as long as it doesn’t
try to sell me anything”

For a while, wind and waves
the sail creaks, birds and breeze
vocalize, “Well at least

SUNLIGHT ON THE TOP OF WAVES
ON THE HORIZON

thinks it’s funny,” we say.

To wake up in a painting — is there anything better than this?

AND after Brian Wilson S played Swamp

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 7/5/2024