Spider (pure dream)

Spider (pure dream)
9-6-00

there’s a girl holding on to a sea shell
she has a dead bird in one hand
the other holds a spider in web

the spider spins endlessly

on a whim
the girl motions me over with red balloons
and the sky turns to june

convulsing the bird becomes a rose
and then she lets it go

twirls in spiral – and underneath
falls to water – petal deep – falls of Niagara - arrive at noon
under a deep crimson moon

she holds my hand – making entrance grand
opening to the church – marching in with the band
she hands me the spider – and says take care

sprouts her wings – made of tulips
and rides off – on white mare

I hold the spider – as it lays her eggs
Ten thousand or more – covered in a glaze

Hatching road – valley grove
77 buick – radio plays the mac
and the tires go flat

sunset sudden –over a rainbow waltz
she awaits me there
holding hour glass
and with snidely snicker sneer
tosses it into air
smashing mirror – shards
maze to door way frame
as I enter into – I then awake