Time Spider Poems

According to ‘mein Grossvater’ (my grandfather), my family’s German folklore aficionado: A long time ago a mother was cleaning her house for Christmas.  Spiders...

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My Heart,
My mind,
You thought you could take it,
My life,
My time,
Yeah, you thought you could twist it,
-And now it's ov-er,
No more Mrs. Nice guy
Time to say...

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I don't know if there's a way to describe spinning whilst still
Reverse vertigo, maybe I'm still whilst spinning
But what if pieces of me flew away
Centrifugal...

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All Hallows Eve regardless
Not Easter or birthdays
Tenacity of critters
Got me swirling in a haze

They get into the bathtub
The sink or in the car
Lord knows just...

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I awoke as a spider
With eight legs planted
Steady I stood there
Level not slanted

Which is not bad
With nothing to prove
Until I was bored
And needed to move

Eight...

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It was never my intent to collect the creepy crawlers
but I couldn't make myself swat them with a broom.
I thought they might be useful one...

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Come down
feet gently lands on ground
cracks in pavement this I sense
Fallen dreams, walking once again, alone
spider within the pages, enhance that coordination
creaking joints
A young couple...

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Our window
Outside
Is filthy with autumn webs

The spiders tricked
By kitchen lights
Supplanting the appetite of summer sunrises

Orphaned leaf
Tangles and struggles
Strumming the harp to this windy day

House strokes...

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Imagine being born into the world as a guinea pig. An experiment that as the ‘master’ of this guinea pig, you have a complete rule...

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One day a nasty spider bit me,
Numbing the entire right side of my body.
Unknown at the time this lonely,
Spider would infect my mind, body, and...

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Fumigate the neglected rooms of Caleb,
Backing this up with prayers at Mount Horeb 
And tomorrow, another ever wavy web
From an irksome zeal that wouldn’t ebb!
Guess:...

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In half-sleep one night
a spider came in my sight,
crawling out of the clock,
I got a shuddering shock
as I felt it crept on my face 
in...

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On a rainy day, I float like a spider in an earthen city, 
the glue of the body is my own land, 
who also can...

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I’ve written enough small poetry
to start a nuclear war.
Do you want to die in traffic
behind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp...

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Bob a small bug landed on a childs swing
Weary and puffed because of the wind
Resting his wings and his six tiny legs
Tired from his journey,...

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