Ode № 58295
Mi Casa es Su Casa
A Tango would make a Gordian knot of me,
and Iâve no need for romance.
I take what comes to me, and suck it dry
while the collection of husks piles high
beneath me. I can make a feast last a week,
with the right bite and a little silk to tuck it in,
the slowest beating keeps your meat fresh for me.
Iâve got eyes on the back of my head
and you donât want to mess with my mandibles.
The ichor inside me, greenish and thick,
requires constant replenishment.
Yeah, Iâve spun a summer place
behind an ice cream counter
and I've seen you sip through straws.
Try and tell me you thought that up on your own.
Some arachnophile sat, inspired,
watching me sup. And pulled the long straw,
like so many jerks since.
Tell me I havenât inspired you for ages.
Youâre still trying to fix that formula
but my strength is a secret, a secret fearâ
youâre not even aware of it until you feel me
creeping. Donât worry;
I donât like to touch you either.
So dance around, flailing at the air
when my lines stick. I'd like to be left
to my own devices, hanging by a thread.
19 comments
hahahhahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and you, you fool, you went to trivia. i hope you had fun with paul.
geez, i am tuned up today.
I like the use of romance and then the line "I take whatever comes to me" it's a wonderful vision that everything is prey and a meal. I would almost like to see more of that through out the poem. My question is what formula, there physical strength or the ability to make a thread? I must say the last line draws me in very much and I left feeling whole.
endgame:self expression through words
how far you're to go:general gist
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