musty cavern echoes
for my still
presence
in well candle’d
nook, i brush
the webs
and act the prick
and flick each
spider from
lonely..
moon glazed
pane,
i creak from
my bed
then scatter midst
the midnight
stars..
to see that creepy
longlegs lands
ok..
+++
this night feels
too much like
any day.
Grumpy Gorman
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..no prick needed here anyway.
