Random Webs

Random webs from the spiders of my mind

love poetry, shock, and peace
all flow from within me like a never ending river
being dammed by voracious beavers on fire

every time i want, i need,
i bleed into my urn of magical essence
that is like a cauldron of negative sunlight
and yet it warms me
from the inside out

those fucking spiders eat me from within
they gnaw on my brain, my heart, my soul
and try as they might to eat their way out

will always be inside me
because they drive me

insane