The Spider (Poetry)
* With Halloween 2022 fast approaching, here's a reprint from 2016. Enjoy the meal.
Laying here in waitWith
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
Hunger
is consuming me
That’s
a joke I tell the dead.
All Rights Reserved (C) 2016 John J. Vinacci
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