Wherein I Eventually Relate to Spiders

expand on the silence with violence
rivers and trees screaming violins
believing is seeing neon sirens

awake in a dither
pithy twitter
strange sights this winter

a man that bleeds is a man indeed
a kind deed returned is freed
a dream slept away takes seed
or does it just recede?

I'll take a road to nowhere
and get there faster than you

it is my competitive spirit

I've heard trauma makes you closer
but I think it is just tramautic

my membership to the brotherhood of men
was revoked when I slid my hand down
the back of my closed door and refused
to gloat about any sense of emerging power

the disadvantaged position:

felt but not seen

seen but not felt

I float on the outside
sweltering in concrete illusions
sheltering ill-mannered conclusions

the damage unseen is heard
quietly rebuilding cities
spun from alabaster webs
dangling precipitously
from the shadow of a spider

like those hiding in household corners
quietly building a sanctuary
to perch from

I find mummified dead spiders
preserved with crypt-like precision
in my garage

lately, I find myself
too sympathetic to spiders
to crush them

at times, too lazy
to capture them
and send them outside