Starting some small explorations
about spiders, webs, labyrinths -
and beasts residing in the center
which are said to be also angels...
"I'm sorry I was late.
I was pulled over by a cop
for driving blindfolded
with a raspberry-scented candle
flickering in my mouth.
I'm sorry I was late.
I was on my way
when I felt a plot
thickening in my arm.
I have a fear of heights.
Luckily the Earth
is on the second floor
of the universe.
I am not the egg man.
I am the owl
who just witnessed
another tree fall over
in the forest of your life.
I am your father
shaking his head
at the thought of you.
I am his words dissolving
in your mind like footprints
in a rainstorm.
I am a long-legged martini.
I am feeding olives
to the bull inside you.
I am decorating
your labyrinth,
tacking up snapshots
of all the people
who've gotten lost
in your corridors."
(Jeffrey McDaniel: Compulsively
Allergic to the Truth)
7 Kommentare:
Wow! I love this one!
I like the spinning spider in the company of the poem about the tale-spinner.
Thanks. Yes, it´s highly enjoyable when stitching and writing meet and melt, isn´t it?
I love you finished pillow very much and I enjoyed the poem. Reminds me of some of the excuses children gave for not handing in homework...
As for the spiders, I shall watch with fascination. I love tales of webs,labyrinths and spiders.
Thank you, Judith...
something amazing going on here lately...or should i say more amazing...
Really? Thank you, in any case...!
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