Vagabond King

some poems

spider I Dare you

Drip a little closer, spider,

Silk a line down and

Spin me all in legs,

so symmetrical

 

Dare a moth to tangle up, down like this

 

Show me what you showed her

Sit me down, tell me

ugly little miss,

impeccable

 

Dare a moth to tangle up, down like this

 

The hold the holes, the web the thread,

The pillowed dead we lay our bones upon

The hold the holes, the web the thread,

Precursor to the corpse,

Build a coffin on the back porch

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