Upon My Belly
Black beneath acrid
odor of tomato breath, I lay
my lines. Suspended in air
feeling vibrations from
frantic random limb movements.
I dash down the tight rope, with
winding legs wrap them
up. A step back to reel
them in. My abdomen's sharp
needle stab injects digestive
enzymes. Vacuum down
life juices.
Drag their shriveled
carcass down into my
lair. Snares redrawn, I crawl
to the center of my world with
a red hour glass
upon my belly I wait.
©polarpaul 2007
odor of tomato breath, I lay
my lines. Suspended in air
feeling vibrations from
frantic random limb movements.
I dash down the tight rope, with
winding legs wrap them
up. A step back to reel
them in. My abdomen's sharp
needle stab injects digestive
enzymes. Vacuum down
life juices.
Drag their shriveled
carcass down into my
lair. Snares redrawn, I crawl
to the center of my world with
a red hour glass
upon my belly I wait.
©polarpaul 2007
posted by polarpaul at 10:54 PM
3 Comments:
I love how you play with the words. The way they work and play againts each other.
I had no idea what was going on until the end...I read it again, and it all made such beautiful sense. It just goes to show what perspective can do!
I like spiders. Jumping ones especially. I unfortunately kill black shinies on sight. I may stop, but they sure can bite, and there's a lot of them in the backs of woodpiles. Really enjoying your shtuff - and I don't like much, I'm usually shoulda bit my tongue off first most times. I never mean to upset people, but you get a good manic phase going and whoomm...
Anyway, loving it so far. If I suddenly hate one, I'll try not to say.
PG/333
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