Spiders
Any of a million different strands
and I'm the one
whose picture is on the fridge
or cornerd on your desk
arm on shoulder
and here I go again, spirialing into infinity
wishing for a poet's way
with a devil's grin
a bottle, some cans
resen stains and a pair of sunglasses
left on a nightstand
woven, a delicate threading
thing, a beginning that I've already seen end
Any of a million different strands
and I'm the one
whose picture is on the fridge
or cornerd on your desk
arm on shoulder
and here I go again, spirialing into infinity
wishing for a poet's way
with a devil's grin
a bottle, some cans
resen stains and a pair of sunglasses
left on a nightstand
woven, a delicate threading
thing, a beginning that I've already seen end
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