i the spider

i felt the moment from miles away my entire spine felt it first after this it is the 89 hours of shaking inside my heart,like a familiar chest pain racing blood laying on a certain antique rug with my legs bare moving back and forth soaking up the sensations of aged tapestries spinning in vibrations from the earth this floor is my crystal ball with its obligation set in its weaving and this groovy lying this laying down this holding slash laying on of hands and i the spider: spinning webs of moody storms-clouds of tears hit the floor with rays of laughter crowned as the joke,the fool of the ball, sunshine is not welcome because we weave our webs only by the night and no one is at the door with the exception of my paranoia who stands three feet away with his deep set eyes his hands bursting wavelets of painful prophecy's (more like curses and spells!) GRAND we feel it together on a count of rain

ah ha! 

superstition takes 1st place!

i the spider,will die when i am finished 

i the spider, will be killed without even two thoughts to it

i the spider, so small yet so powerful

i the spider, dark and complicated

I the quiet spider,with a million thread count history of

webs

marking my territory where i see fit:

haunted houses

mystery attics

abandoned chapels

lions dens

living rooms of the evil

i the spider

spin cycle

i the spider

 OH LOOK!

the spider :

on the rug

lay dead