That Tensile Filament

The Spider is she 

Hiding?

Is he too? 

Is it me or 

You 

Or Everyone?

Are we really so

Much closer 

To spiders 

At all? 

Than anyone else? 

The spiders are they

spinning 

Like a dance 

Made of silk 

And lace 

And grace?

The spider is he 

Climbing?

Is she too? 

Into life, 

Into strife

Into circus 

Threads?

For we sometimes 

Us all -

Hang by a filament 

In the darkest of hours 

Or scuttle to safety 

Or bath in the sunny 

window frames 

of morning ideas.

We can be brave like 

those Tensile threads 

Unbreakable steel 

Or barely there 

If only they might look twice 

And catch a glimmer 

Of magic in the glints 

Of a webb laced 

In sunny gold streams 

From on high. 

Yes, spider people 

Suit up. 

Spin some 

Lovin’

Spin some

 life 

Some music 

Or delish delights

Keep on dreamin’ 

And the silk goes on

A gleamin’ 

Under the moonlight 

Or the jovial gold

Sunshiny bright. 

Chasing Rainbows and the Unicorn Cat

 I stubbornly write poems 

Nobody reads 

All that much 

Like the way a child 

Might have learnt 

To paint rainbows 

In goodbyes.

Like a cat 

wishing for 

a magical 

unicorn horn. 

Like the way 

A child might 

Of waited for hello 

Under a dangling 

String with nothing 

Attached. 

Cept I’m not

Chasing down cars 

Anymore 

Or 

Chasing them rainbows 

Anymore. 

If it’s me then it’s 

All of me. 

Not running

Not hiding 

Not chasing

Not waiting

For anyone 

That keeps people 

Waiting

Or makes people 

Hide 

Or makes people 

Chase down enough. 

Enough is enough 

On allusions 

Unless the magic 

Is really 

And truly 

An 

US.