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

Hunger is consuming me

That’s a joke I tell the dead.


All Rights Reserved (C) 2016 John J. Vinacci

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