The work of words can never cease.
For this I am less than grateful.
More than discouraged
atonement reads in black against white
like every other word.

And freedom
is only attractive
because when you write it out in cursive
it spirals and spins

only to float off in the final lash
of the pen
into obscurity

and then more words will follow.

I imagine every single letter like a spider
and every page I write is one more web
that my brain might get strung upon.
And yet I am in love with the liquid
insides the monster melodrama left
me with. Here in this place.
Where I can tie myself up.
I feel so safe when I am the victim and the victimizer.

Real power
is admitting impotence.
No fear of death -
the lack is wasted
like drops of blood
amidst the endless flood.

Power is the cat that never bites
and the dog
that chases necks, not tails.

And it's a powerful love
that I share with my spiders,
that I leave on the page, to wrap up
all the lovely girls.

Indeed, my love is sunflowers
baking in the sun
of an almost eternal winter.
But yellow is deeper than the ugly snow.
And I am as shallow
as the ground that sinks upon the other side
right back into nothing space.

I spin
like spiders now.
At peace with the well rested
exoskeleton children
with the plastic knives
and machete shaped rape whistles.

And we dance.

Me and my spiders.
We dance and drink
a silly, little drink
out of our green and purple cups.
Green for the girls and boys.
And purple for the spiders.

"Who have been so kind... as to lend to us their web..."

And, oh, so I may tie myself up, this one time.
And let them crawl all over me
until they just walk right past me
and back into my brain
to make more webs.

And thus words of my work may never cease.
But the spiders say they're grateful
for your time and especially
for all the pretty smiles
you don't even know you're forming.

you have a way about you the feeds a starving pen..a very special piece that pulls at me.

this is wonderful

excellent imagery

i find a lot of meaningful contrast in this piece and a couple of really great lines.
..."with the plastic knives
and machete shaped rape whistles."....strong, strong

very nicely done...

cheers to you friend...

Another fantastic write, thanks for sharing.

yep, quite a way with words, you should have your stuff published..

this is most awesome
nice