in a hole (to be continued)

chadwick

inoculate my spine with your darkness
yes your sunglasses
but first
please allow me and my friends the spiders to feast one last meal
this will be forever
as you plunge negative sunbeams into my lower veins

none to pleased
my friends and i
we are not laboratory specimens
nor on display
yet controlled by your hand
your dreamworld
your barbwire houses
and your metal trays mounted onto our feet

when leroy's legs don't crawl
when henry's webs don't
i will have nothing

Godfather.

wow I like this ! my first thought thought was Vincent Price, your poetry goes in many directions chadwick and all of them so well.
in this piece(and most)you take the reader on journey,you use your talent well my friend.


Godfather.