Mr. Spider

Spider, spider
hanging wide there.

Eating lunch
like a tiger

striped and black
the sky's a snack.

hanging high
you're in my eye there.

all I want to say is " Hi there..."

( Spider response)

01/09/2014-24/09/2014

There's a weak crack of sun
on your bird-shit stripe head.

The leaves are clustered
but they warm you at night.

The tree will strip.
The branches are failing

coming winter is hitting the nail in

And there's nothing worth screaming
to your silver chain gleaming.

Your cold, and your high
I look past you to the sky.

Maybe one day I could fly so high
As the little Robin bird,
 who flies through you tweeting.
Offering nothing but a high morning greeting.

Your surrounded by life
but you wont live through night.

Your cracking and peeling
and shredding your feeling.

On a tree cold and leaning
the weak sun is gleaming.

Maybe you'll give winter meaning.

(object response)

HELLO...

It's been a while

Another Card?

Scrub, scrub, scrub
do the toilet
rubber gloves.

hit them hard remove those scars.

or should I play another card?
make it loud
and don't discard.

A library book for a credit card?
sweep a brush, in artist's hand.

a miracle made, in canvas shade.
To the books
I must be slave.

whatever I do I should behave.

because nothing I do can become un-made.

Become a Master or toilet maid?

Rain Won't stop him!!

11/08/2014-01/09/2014

It's raining
but I don't care.

Those fresh wet- leaves
have formed your hair.

They weigh you down
and stretched to ground
but there's no more ants

around, around.

The birds have sat
and whistled.

And shat...

It's like they've spat
and it dribbles white
right down your red
heart-shaped bed.

Your chain is moist
and you've lost your voice.

It twists and turns
and tease
your turn.

Stuck with bird -glue

I hope you learn.

I might be back
But
it's not my turn.

so go ahead
and wait you turn.

Because every time
 you make my stomach churn.

( Object Response)