Spidra

Ah Nick! ah Nick! it is na fair, 
First showing us the tempting ware, 
Bright wines, and bonie lasses rare, 
To put us daft 
Syne weave, unseen, thy spider snare 
O hell's damned waft.
Epistle To Colonel De Peyster, Robert Burns
I.
Fisherman of space, skies
they make their own lines,
and catch, not with,
flies

II.
Not the dream I wanted
but still
nice....now even in dreams too many people
seem to have us on tenterhooks,
do spiders get stuck on other spiders webs?
I tried to make 8 special shoes
to run lines in a play with you as Ariadne
but our silk ran out
& you got stuck in the webs of others.

III.
Empath on the warpath
barreling through each roadblock
hellbound & down, at first,
then limbo; pulling up Lethe's pillow, blankets of webs
and half days
I'll be a corner in your dream some day,
a touch forgotten but familiar.

Because of what, & why not?

Because of what, & why not?

" Towards our sentimental friend the moon
a howl..." B.A.S, Memoir of a Dog

Walking walking walking
headlights shine like arrayed fangs of sharks who turn at speed
a sudden fog
Compleat mist to catch a nightcrawler but I harken to an-others call
The street awash in filament & diuresis
mercaptan my mercaptan
broken glass no more pungent than broken hearts,
kale burning on an island of Hong Kong
She walked by saying leading things
Nightclub lycanthropy the least of being
the steady lack of presence in contrast to
the constant essence lacking in our constant,
two, lessens,
Lessons
Lesions on a couer so used to damage
it hardly feels the breath of warmth
that care can manage.