organic compounds (20170206)

the spider i rescued from
the bathtub drain
lives now under my skin

she spins and sings a song
that only i can hear
her song is a vibrating wire

my blood is silk

i eat my wife and children
with a knife and fork
so i can call myself civilized

but i am an amateur
though earnest
and i clean up after myself

my blood is water
my blood is venom
my blood is water

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Pleasant Street February 6, 20178:12 pm

Amazing, so colorful and creative, I don’t know what to even say about the spider under your skin…wow. You are so civilized even, using flatware!
1. crow February 6, 20178:47 pm
  
  I’m not even sure what this poem means. It made sense at one point…
  1. Pleasant Street February 6, 20179:18 pm
    
    You’ve got mail-
  2. crow February 6, 20179:21 pm
    
    Hey, you’re right!
Jane Dougherty February 7, 201712:24 am

I reread the poem after reading the first comment. I thought the spider lived under your sink. You’ve surpassed yourself with this one. Couldn’t work out if it was the spider’s song or the poet’s. Dark and unpleasant. Don’t crow’s eat spiders?
1. crow February 7, 20176:10 am
  
  I think crows will eat anything as long as it’s delicious. To them, anyway.
Poet Rummager February 8, 20174:19 am

Be still my beating heart! I don’t know why I thought of Stephen King’s “The Shining” when I read your masterpiece. Perhaps there are traces of madness in everyday life that burrows beneath our skin until it gets restless and escapes. ❤
1. crow February 8, 20176:14 am
  
  I think there may have been madness involved when I wrote this. Not really sure where I dredged this one up from. Some place icky, I’m sure.
  1. Poet Rummager February 9, 201712:06 am
    
    Icky places have a certain charm. 😀

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