under the glass ive drained,
next to the puddle ive spilled:
now circling relentlessly
in search of some grand exit.

im sorry white spider.
but it was you, my friend,
that first startled me
in my promised time of sleep.

to witness your skinny legs
eventually giving up hope
as you slow to a halt...sigh.
so much for an escape act.

one solid window wall
as i sit, solemnly studying
the endless patterns and teeth.
one day i swear ill set you free

just when did i become an actor?
tired of playing the almighty hand

but not quite as weary and lonesome
a clear cage sits hapless on its side
and my sole prisoner makes no haste
to die by someone else's stupid hand

all ive got left is this halfassed crime
where im sitting there distraught
wondering just whos going to be
that someone cleaning up after me

god?
are you listening?