Seven-legged Spider

She was swinging
waiting for the web to shake
... I shook it
she came a' callin'

On my meaty parts
she started hauling
pullin' me in, no stallin'

Spinnin' me a silken berth
wrapped around my girth
semi-awake, I'm recallin'

She is seven-legged spider
who can't keep up the beat
of the different drummer's hand
... burdened with one game leg
... that draws in the sand

I see now in this glimpse,
error of infinite speculation,
conjecture of insects who climb in
never-to-be-seen-again retrospection

Little parts of us she eats
hereafter, a little each year, entreats
by aging the rest of us
in our silken cabin retreats.


Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (9/26/1991)