Friday, September 19, 2014


spider crawl in
corners on edges
skirt past my feet
hanging from legs
that rest on chair,
a body begins to break-
down? maybe. Not as
tight and fit as it used
to be. Arms dangle arm rest,
spiders have 8 mechanical
creaking limbs put one in
front of the other
children hide their faces
there is no light under the bed
but many webs
which belong to which?
you'll never know
webs belong to no one
they are like thoughts
once thought are gone
and can't be weaved
again caked with dust
and grime and skin flake
one thousand dreams
in the night all alone
moving silently rise
and heavy fall of chest
mouth open in grin
eight flashing eyes
darting breathes
inhale exhaled,

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