Eight Leggers Grill
bag of spiders,
lair contained,
unless
shaken and poured
it’s raining spiders -
spiders reigning…its a downpour
bag of spiders, spidermen
weaving webs - oh what wild webs conceived
spiderlings take rappelling lessons -
humans repelled by sticky wickets…
a trampoline buffet.
lacy architecture unique.
Eight Leggers Grill capitalizes
on an insect infestation.
bag of spiders, they’re no cocooned butterflies.
arachnid’s legs running loose, climbing
into cracks, crevices and corners,
on the loose…
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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