Eating up the meters between us
the poetry spider is drunk again
3 feet wide and two feet tall
Black and hairy beast
Silk streams, slobber falls
Dirty teeth shine and snap
It’s nonsense that it lives
It carries me away slung over
To it’s mountain cavernous home
My room has giant spider webs.
In the room next to mine, a spider, like Shelob lives and waits for me to drop my guard so she can eat me.
Haemoglobin – The cars on the street are carrying oxygen to cells throughout the organ system city. Red cars are antihistamine carriers. Police cars cancer drugs at work.
I am an old 286 PC running an old BASIC program which has a virus and outputs strings of text and images at random intervals.
I wanted to write this. It was my ambition at one time. It feels naughty to have finally made it.
Maybe I wanted to be…16 again.
Am I Alone?