[NOTE: This poem and this posting is just designed for some innocent, scary, Halloween fun. It is not meant to reinforce anyone’s hatred of spiders. When i see a spider in the house, i gently grab it in a soft Kleenex and subsequently release it (gently) out-of-doors. Spiders are generally harmless, are great pest removers, and can be admired for their own intrinsic beauty; humans probably look ugly to a lot of perceptive animals!]
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The enchanted, having ranted, spidery witch of
darkest, dreary goblin
sobbin’
in that convulsive, soggy, wriggly kind of way
within a musty, murky midnight
that stealthily sneaks into your house perceiving
your body’s warm, sleeping unconsciousness
unaware of the overhanging, hungry, evolved fangs of natural
selection (of which you are soon to be a part)
Dark, dark world where vibrations are a dead giveaway
and tossings and turnings in bed (for comfort) are incantations
luring the eight-legged spinstress whose
shadow unfolds into one’s somnolence
She skirts across further up the wall to the
dreamceiling where, suspended, she
swings above you
pitch dark pendant-like
eloquently poised
descending
descending
your breathing calls her
descending
descending
she lowers
descending
descending
to become one with you forever
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