The expansion of the spiders

The expansion of the spiders
expansion of the night
Where ambition is wrything
Eight legs of fright

Above the shower curtain
dark red against the bathroom tile White
A lost bug will be dinner for certain
Carapaces and fangs arachnoid plight

Up bedsheets they sang
We don´t fear their bite despite the sting
Their venom no longer takes it´s fix
They are reduced to persuing smaller wings

Their hideous gallop doesn´t intimidate
No fear when they are near and clicking to play
In the bottom of the cupboard is a full can of fly spray

Before and laughter

Sometimes only the senseless can win a grin
Ridiculous nonsense that has some strange fact hidden in it
It's the absurd creeping up tapping you on the back and...
It's the unreal slapping your face with the back of it's hand

These things devour you spurning chuckles
And consume you into bellows of crazy laughing luck
Because life is short a fact few distort
so expand it with your most humorous thoughts

Let it rise from the belly
and joyfully spew forth
before and ever after

A universe without spice

He assumed he was a cook in flames
he wore every kitchen plain
The apron was printed with the words
the same flavors

Spice never reached his hand
Yet how it screamed from the shiny pantry
Begging to be diminished
so that stews would become delicious

Wondrous smells longing to be boiled into existence
It was a universe without life

Poets in a sardine can

Coca cola and starbucks, haaa they're the elixirs of life
Don't let them dilute that fine oil that binds you all
Don't let any member knock on group therapy's door
Or make a villan of those who guard your authenticity with their metaphors

As some will resent the implications
sent like rusty nails into fossilized styles and rhyme patterns
The rules of Mike shamed some of you through
Popularity Nick and his poetry stew

I hope you all write to separate yourself from the world
Because your words turn the earth, inflate George collet's mirth
and scare poets like Goddard into writing Stephen King's curse
Nestled together golden oil on you all

The poet's eye was always pickled and fickle
Now it's just a pious housecat and I
and we both have an appetite

Doesn't matter which transport

Hi bet you wrapped your laughing gear around a thousand hills out there
Your own heart texted you expressing it's longing to get back into the car
there's a hundred windows for where the journey ends
No matter how desolate the Cul-de-sac

Even if you are two invisible eyes
observing those you once admired
Or the mouth in a river telling your life story to the running water
Doesn't matter which transport, a ride is a ride

The sausage factories in the autumn

Music blares and and the sausage piles up
There´s cheer in the air
The winter sets in but doesn´t cool the hot capricornian sun
That sausage accumulates as the workers whistle and fill

The countryside looks delicious with that excess fat
Go down to the factory at bell time and have a chat
They are playing mellow beach music as the wrap fills up
The million pigs and chickens were a quick bad dream from your mouth

Yet the mince looks enticing as the roof on your house
Late autumn touches gates in middle class lanes
far from working class hands
there it seems to wane

it´s Wind commands coats and jackets
A Thousand sausages wrapped as snacks

Music blares and the unthinking let the mind travel
from sewage canals to fine dreams of mansions
The autumn wind doesn´t bargain
yet the sun warms it´s insensitive chill

Prosperity ahead

That superstitious word blessing
when so many of us are looking for more
Just like me, except when I turn to the one I'm kissing
Moments of peace are wondrous during life's arduous test

Her smile is my transport
That smile which is well attached to my new wife
I didn't see possibilities at the end of the tunnel
I saw grand prospects

An atmosphere for happiness
A road to wealth
How I adore this blessing
I am supposed to be here and in every direction I see evidence