12-29-2012, 05:12 AM
No reason, said the fly
To the spider,
To talk to anyone
That doesn’t already know
What
You’re going to say…
The spider coughed up a great block
Of gaseous ice he’d inhaled
On his daily trip over the newly installed
Freezer-Oven; he wasn’t listening.
A dog barked outside, and the fly thought
It might be an encoded message;
That the spirits of his egg-born children
May have possessed that large soft animal.
Later, after the poison began to clear from
The sticky fly’s brain, he found his wings free
And flew away;
While the spider sticks to the bottom your shoe.
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No reason, said the fly
To the spider,
To talk to anyone
That doesn’t already know
What
You’re going to say…
The spider coughed up a great block
Of gaseous ice he’d inhaled
On his daily trip over the newly installed
Freezer-Oven; he wasn’t listening.
A dog barked outside, and the fly thought
It might be an encoded message;
That the spirits of his egg-born children
May have possessed that large soft animal.
Later, after the poison began to clear from
The sticky fly’s brain, he found his wings free
And flew away;
While the spider stuck to the bottom of my blind brother’s shoe.
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I don't like the last line. But some others do. Some say it's a twist, but that's why I don't like it. For me it's not a twist, it's just something that happened in a world where all these insignificant characters are bumbling around, while a fly's talking on spider poison.
This is the kind of poem I write when I'm mad, and don't want to be taken too seriously. But then later I start to look at it as if I want to take it seriously. Because I was seriously mad.
To the spider,
To talk to anyone
That doesn’t already know
What
You’re going to say…
The spider coughed up a great block
Of gaseous ice he’d inhaled
On his daily trip over the newly installed
Freezer-Oven; he wasn’t listening.
A dog barked outside, and the fly thought
It might be an encoded message;
That the spirits of his egg-born children
May have possessed that large soft animal.
Later, after the poison began to clear from
The sticky fly’s brain, he found his wings free
And flew away;
While the spider sticks to the bottom your shoe.
_________________________________
No reason, said the fly
To the spider,
To talk to anyone
That doesn’t already know
What
You’re going to say…
The spider coughed up a great block
Of gaseous ice he’d inhaled
On his daily trip over the newly installed
Freezer-Oven; he wasn’t listening.
A dog barked outside, and the fly thought
It might be an encoded message;
That the spirits of his egg-born children
May have possessed that large soft animal.
Later, after the poison began to clear from
The sticky fly’s brain, he found his wings free
And flew away;
While the spider stuck to the bottom of my blind brother’s shoe.
..........................
I don't like the last line. But some others do. Some say it's a twist, but that's why I don't like it. For me it's not a twist, it's just something that happened in a world where all these insignificant characters are bumbling around, while a fly's talking on spider poison.
This is the kind of poem I write when I'm mad, and don't want to be taken too seriously. But then later I start to look at it as if I want to take it seriously. Because I was seriously mad.