There's a spider with soft yellow foam in his web
bring me in from the cold
There's a spider crawling on it now, inspecting
wrap me in string woven blanket
An unsatable mouth in dark water, hunting
splinter me on smooth pebbles
Living to eat, predators with fins and unblinking eyes
stare into me
A fantastic feeling of lightness followed by inevitable heaviness
the rain hasn't stopped falling yet
  please let us in
   we will drown
Smoking a Port on the porch with the gutters vomiting
nothing but quiet places
  nothing but green herbs
    hot chilies on your tongue