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22 Jan 2024
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a small matter of life & death


little black spider
races across the oak floor
suddenly stops
for no apparent reason

is he out of breath
and simply needs to rest
or has he forgotten
his desired destination
now recalculating a new route

from where I sit I am
less than two steps
away from the little fellow
a single question
repeating in my mind
the obvious answer
lying in my compassion for life





january two thousand twenty-four
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24 Nov 2023

arachnicity


think of the spider
industrious & unafraid
like a thief in the night
breaking & entering at will
leaving not a trace behind

that cobweb in the corner ceiling
now that’s a piece of art
snap it w/your iPhone
turn perfection into a tidy profit
courtesy of nonfungible token

of course the female
is the brains of the operation
birthing hundreds if not thousands
in one fell swoop
her counterpart [on the other hand]
a bit of a dufus
racing across a wooden floor
or swinging from the chandelier





november two thousand twenty-three
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12 Nov 2023

spiderling


lost inside your own skin
you decide it’s best
not to go out tonight
opting to keep company
with recluse spiders
and a bottle of red

everything is muted
including a full moon
wrapped inside a fog
calling all arachnids
to come out of the closet
and feast until content





november two thousand twenty-three
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29 Sep 2013
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nothing is for sale here


the wagon lie dormant in the garage
tucked away in the corner
behind the lawnmower and snowblower
filled with tonka construction trucks
yellow and rusty and somewhat dirty

spiders long ago moved in
weaving complexities along the
wagon’s plastic wheels and metal shaft
scurrying along the dusty
sides of the once shiny red body

taking inventory I keep them in mind
knowing one day the children
will visit with their own
and together we will discover
old things becoming new again


september two thousand thirteen
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25 Aug 2012
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unreal television


the spider hunters believed
in making their mark
whether filmed in the amazon
or the cape of good hope

a long line of survivalists
funded their work
forsaking a return on investment
for some awesome video

the viewers became hooked
as the camouflaged pair
set traps sponsored by
some weed killer company

they reinvented themselves
season after season
adapting to new appendages
with built in silk ejectors

with ratings off the charts
they rolled the dice
promising the unheard of
to hold your attention

their evolution took a leap
episode one year eight
as a confused world watched
the birth of a new species





august two thousand twelve
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