My Web Based Poetry

In my poetry I aspire to make beautiful literary webs of interlocked verses that move in the nature of silk, yet I usually only produce cobwebs in the corners of scraps of papers. I weave my webs any where that the fancy strikes me. Like the silk of the spider my poems come from inside me I work my poetry out of the vast dark shadows of the human condition. Like cob webs there isn’t a central theme that holds my poems together. They are just made up of what ever gets caught in my web. Like the Theridiidae I hunt at night trying to devour a poem or two each night. Like the spider I work fast and furious to justify my existance,trying to leve my mark,before I’m reduced to a dried up carcus stuck between the secretary desk and the wall. By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX