The Thrive Tribe
I have a relationship with my spiders
and do my best to keep them alive.
I learn parables from my spiders
they do great good to help me survive.
Roommates
(Spiders At Peace)
Writer the Spider
and Rider the Spider
sat down beside
one so playful
with intentions
that flowed stomps.
Writer the Spider
And Rider the Spider
jagged their fright
in flight forced
them to die.
“I Don’t
Want to be Your Narcissist
(To Rider, Writer, and the Rest of the Spiders in 1A)
First, I came for
the roaches,
with mint leaves and
ruthless baking soda,
swatting armies on
daily patrol
that paintballed
walls in shit-colored splat
snacked on by tan spiders’ domesticated webs
Who knew they’d
connect jagged
movements to twist
and knit the final curtain
Heralding my own
healing crossroads
In harmony of
spiders work on wood
Like an evolved
shade of hair on my head
I find if I blow
soft and tender
They shake their
legs working spinners
Long may they live
and may they stay
Collaboration these
spiders all day
Writer and Rider the
Spiders they play
Unpatterned weaves
matching Whitman’s hair,
If they moved, I’d
change my color
There’s no food for
them anymore
They did their job,
now will they leave
As that ruthless
soda turns them to gold
The Beatles sang an
octopus pad
Who’d scare my 18-pound
cat
Making me his easy
treat attacking bugs
I play both sides I
love my cats
Chase the spiders
See how they run—attack!
All my roaches
cleaned out of the kitchen
They were
yesterday’s lesson
I remember the dirty
crass wall
But I learned I
don’t need them
Clean dishes showing
me dirt deletion’s win
My Spiders are in
Crisis with no roaches
Stan Lee would tell
me I’m cruel
to Writer, Rider the
Spiders
heroes trusting me
must fight to survive
They killed the
roaches and heard my battle cry, "die, cobweb makers, die."
-July 2024
