Paul’s Rides

Flies

An empty shoe.

Flies buzzing in a holding pattern over SFO.

To see a thing for what it is requires a lack of purpose.

Sated in all banal pursuits the glutton`s eye opens.

A fly bounces off the window pane until an opening just happens to be there.

We are a fruit fly experiment in an insane sophomores biology class.

Fly’s eyes require no inflection.

Friendless it doesn’t need to realize it is alone.

The glutton`s eye shuts.