Tuesday, 3 May 2011

The Love, The Spider and The Rain

Its legs brittle as blackened china
the spider pirouettes,
fingering scanty silk from one dust patch to another
the solo acrobat, like cowboy Joe, lasoos threads
and silently trips home.

I would make it too
legs sprawled
white stretched to a fine V
resolve
do so resolve...that I
I
I do give a fuck
and listen as God's tears equal my own

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