Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: spider

a spider goes to class

a spider came right up to me
while i walked down this path
in a park near my house,
and i asked the spider,
what kinda spider are you?

and the spider told me that it was rude of me to ask,
how dare i,
so i apologized and tried to get past the spider,
but the spider kept following me
until i was left with no other options

i stepped on the spider with my right foot,
and as the spider lay dying,
breathing with its small squashed spider lungs,
the spider asked,
why’d you do that?
i was just trying to get to class

a spider out of reach

a spider sits outside of my garage,
reading william s. burroughs,
while smoking a cigarette,
and i want to ask it to leave,
but i never paid attention when the science teacher
went over arachnology,
so it might be one of those mean spiders
that spits in my face, or even puts its cigarette out on me