Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i am not a cat
i am not a unicorn
i am not a shadow
i am not a light
i am not from thee
to thee
for thee
four three two
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gimme watcha got
i cant hide
i cant glide
i cant slip and slide
i'm not a sunset
i'm not a fever
i'm not a manner
i'm not the unnamed
the wronged
the wrong
the wren
who sits on the fence
needs to trim his beak
the ornery monkeys come splattering drama all over the road
i am not a candle
i am not a dream
i am not a pocket of meat
i am not nice
i am not mean
i am not high
i am not sober
i am not gone
i am not here
i cant read
i cant write
i cant disable the electricity for anyone
i have thirteen places to be
i dont live in a tree
i dont think in threes
i dont make mistakes
i dont make panic
i dont spread cheese
i dont envy articles
i dont subscribe to carrots
i have a centerfold ope'd on my chair
i have more windows
i have more trapdoors
i have enough already
enough to know i'll have more
if you step in something, wipe it on the floor.

I am not your purpose
I am not your mother
I am not little miss muffet
I am not the ultimate orgasm
I am just an

~ itsy bitsy spider

in my black widow robes
I love spiders
Spiders love me
jack be nimble jack be quick

in my sleep
the spiders come
nibbling

in my dreams
the fiddlers come
fiddling

when i wake
i spot an owl
and shriek

when i run
i tail a trail
dropped from small greenish demons
fraught with laughter and melancholy

when i bring
the spiders home
they scatter like children

in my sleep…

in my dreams…

when i wake…

fraught with laughter and melancholy

when the elephants did their waltz

I dreamed of pagan babies

Shrieking babies

You got to roll with the punches little black babies

Anger and sorrow
Fraught with tears
Millions of tiny melodramas

And why ask why
Hush little baby
Jesus going to do you a miracle today.

Watching a video of people in a church down in West by G-d Virginia praising the lord for the miracle of the 12 miners found a live.

Later one of the celebrants said she is going to sue. Sue who I wonder, God Inc. LLC?…

reflections in every still surface
like memories fallen at our own feet
broken into shards of recollection
pieces of what was
snapshots are all that remains
and the patience of a spider.