Dave2112
Level of Cherry Feather
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- Apr 17, 2001
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A Spider
Wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a Shadow,
Not the regal creature of Border Kings...
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of an obscure Scottish poet.
The mist crawls through the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance;
To curl
Under a cascade of neon pollen...
While I sit
Tied to the phone like an expectant father,
Your carnation...
Will rot...
In a vase...
(Some of you know what I'm talking about, some of you are wondering when I'm finally going to crack...🙄 )
Wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a Shadow,
Not the regal creature of Border Kings...
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of an obscure Scottish poet.
The mist crawls through the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance;
To curl
Under a cascade of neon pollen...
While I sit
Tied to the phone like an expectant father,
Your carnation...
Will rot...
In a vase...
(Some of you know what I'm talking about, some of you are wondering when I'm finally going to crack...🙄 )