Roof Ramble
I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth
in hopes that the spider will hear me out
though you can’t get a scar from a single thread
and you can’t sit down on a spider web.
whoever I was that blossom day
was small enough to fear the dewdrop spray
was large enough to fear the weight of the sky
thru big red hectic spider eyes
I remember that the end was sad
I remember that the milk went bad
I remember about my donkey too
and how he ate my grampaw’s shoe
and your visitors! they were a mess
you couldn’t really call them guests
they drank a lot and cursed and spat
not one of them removed their hat
So spider, will you hear me out?
please don’t say I’ll have to shout
I screamed all day, yesterday
I’ve not a thought left anyway.