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A Weekend In Spider Country

Surreal Poetry

By A.R. MinhasPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Spider Love: A.R. Minhas (c) 2017

I’m here

Sitting by the lake

If you can see me now

What do I have to lose?

If I wasn’t here it wouldn’t matter

If I’m not here it wouldn’t change you

It wouldn’t change the crystal clear water

There is nothing that I can do

Lying here impotent

On red Muskoka chairs

No matter how far I travel

Or where I sit

It doesn’t change

This unease

I can never get comfortable

Feeling useless isn’t unique

But feeling nothing

Is okay

Spiders crawling


I try to bleed them but they keep coming back

Nesting in my ears

You can hear them

Constructing a web

Trap the flies

I wish I could trap your eyes

Stroke them with honey

This sugar is for you

And there’s nothing left for me.

Leaving, wouldn’t matter


Is suspended mid-air


Spiders make me uncomfortable

And that’s why I can’t sit still.

© A.R. Minhas 2017

surreal poetry

About the Creator

A.R. Minhas

Self-published author of 'June is Dreaming'. Voracious reader. Watcher of weird entertainment.

Website: https://arminhas.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/arminhas

Artwork on Redbubble.


Private queries: [email protected]

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