- Non-Erotic Poetry
- What Spider Are You?
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Click hereSpider milk warms in the kitchen.
This morning it was cold
and carrying blue milligrams of mellow
down my throat.
I count the legs:
one, two, three, four, five,
six... a spoon stirs.
Seven and eight float up
from beneath the white.
In a book of black widow pages,
I flip through funnel weavers,
barn and lynx spiders,
brown recluse.
No, this is a milk spider,
belly-up in my mug.
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copyright d. dixon
07/15/06
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- COMMENTS
KOLKOREabout 15 years agoFor me visiting the poems of "wicked" Eve, is like coming home, sitting in a warm kitchen in a cold morning and sipping hot milk...<P>
It was a matter of some wonder to me untill I got the flu or some flu like symptoms - then my throat stared to hurt and to itch like hell... then I got it...
I thought perhaps I would have called this spider the throat spider, but I realize that yours is hilling not itching...I guess I have just discovered another species at your kitchen...
unpredictablebijouover 15 years agobut besides that, I really like the intimation of drugs here - if I turn my head really sideways I can see a little essay on antidepressants and suchlike. I don't know if that was intended, but that early reference to 'blue milligrams' sent me that direction, and I found it to have great depth when read from that perspective.
UnderYourSpellover 15 years agoI marvel at where you get your ideas from, such originality, can't say I am great fan of the eight leggeds amongst us!
lorencinoover 15 years ago<br>Within the confines<br>
of a commonplace event,<br>
An uncommon woman flows<br>
her course through these moments of focus,<br>
Holding<br>
my interest.
