SPIDERS #5: THE WORD IN THE WEBS

SPIDERS  #5

THE WORD IN THE WEBS

(for Cassidy Gannon)

I think

the word

has gotten out

EZ Weaving @ 939

Safe Spinning @ O.G.’s

because

front

back

&

side

of house

have been

festooned

webs

in

numbers

not encountered

in the past

Foolish arachnids

have not taken

into account

Regina

Queen of my Heart

whose heart

does not

beat loudly

for the spidies

Household Weather Report:

Spide-Apolypse

in the making

Storm front building

from corner to corner

room to room

capable of crossing boundries

into the great outdoors

Storms brooming

at the margins

about to break loose

in a catastrophic event

beyond the record books

Evacuate Now!

Smart Money Spiders

are in

nooks

&

crannies

prey

sucked dry

eggs

wrapped & pillowed

waiting

for

the

golden dawn

and

sub-audible

scritch/scritch

of

billions & billions

of

little legs

loosed

upon

Seattle.

RW

Seattle

08.29.2019

Note:  Martin Nyffeler and Klaus Birkhofer, a.k.a., the spider guys, have estimated that global average spider density stands at about 131 spiders per square meter, and spider densities of 1,000 or more individuals per square meter have been observed under certain “favorable” conditions.

See:  Spiders Eat 

The Man Who Slept Under Bridges

The man who slept

under bridges

kept money

in every

pocket

jacket

and pants

crumpled bills

and change

because

he said

they’d take

from one

and run

and you’d

have some

left.

RW

Seattle

09.02.019

LITURGY OF THE HOURS

THE LITURGY OF THE HOURS

The prayers

of the day

The Divine Office

Sufficient

as all things

unto the day

I would sit

and watch

my uncle

a catholic priest

read his breviary

the

required

prayers

he read

and said

without  fail

A boy

watching

a man

at

prayer

The                       The

light                       light

around                  around

him                        them

What was holy

the man

the book

the prayer

the place

the light

the boy watching

All was holy

sufficient

unto the day

sufficient unto eternity.

RW

Seattle

09.01.2019

                   

HELLO STRANGER

HELLO STRANGER

I was told

my place

in  the universe

while walking

from

motor-pool

to

barracks

on an army base

in Germany

stoned

A joint

rolled in ‘Nam

sealed in an envelope

traveled through the

Army Post Office

and arrived

on my desk

potent

PO-tent

A couple tokes

and I slipped

outside

myself

and

entered

a

message-center

where

I

was

informed

of who

I was

&

where

I

lived.

1966.  I was stationed on the Coleman Kaserne, in Gelnhausen, Germany.

A suspicious envelope arrived on my desk.  It had no return address.  There was nothing inside but a big, fat joint.  I had a pretty good idea who it was from, but how it got through the Army postal system without being confiscated, stolen, or me busted, I had no idea.  It may be that all the way down the line, whoever handled it was just as stoned as I was about to get.  There were a lot of stoners serving in 1966.

I decided to work late, and allowed some time to pass after the last person left the office before I locked the doors, pulled the shades, turned out the lights, and lit up. I sucked down two hits, and went from nervous to stoned, 0 to 60, in no time flat.

Those were the days of carbon copies, and onion skin paper.  Before long, my desk was covered in pink onion skin and I was agog at the works of man, the play of light, and the wonder of color.

After I came down a little, I straightened out my desk, left and re-locked the office, and huddled behind an armored personnel carrier where I had one or two more hits before I began the long walk up the hill to Company A barracks.

I was about half-way home when the telegram came, and I was welcomed into the life of all things.

I

spent

the next

twenty years

chasing

that

one

high.

RW

Seattle

08.30.2019