The Spider (Poetry)
* With Halloween 2022 fast approaching, here's a reprint from 2016. Enjoy the meal. Laying here in wait With elegance and grace I’m patient as a clock With a little time to waste; I sharpen up my dagger Oh, would you like a snack? I invite inside your naïveté With a motive to attack. “Come into my parlor,” Says this spider to your fly My tangled web of silkiness Betrays you, it’s a lie! I promise not to laugh If you promise not to cry When eventually you realize You’re my dinner guest tonight. Now don’t mistake my nonchalance For arrogance my friend That’s the way the game is played At least inside my head; It’s nothing particularly personal Fate plotted this collision This poisoning of your luscious body With absolute precision. Goodness, are you still moving Can I offer you a mint? I’m not good at condolences Much less at being friends; I assure you that it’s futile I sense you sense the end ...