Saturday, December 16, 2006

A Spider Named Artichoke

Artichoke wasn’t more
stupid than the average spider,
nor was he more smart.
He began to have a strange
feeling during the late
morning and the early evening.
The feeling made the tips
of his legs tingle.
He was worried.
He saw the doctor.
The doctor said, Artichoke,
The problem here seems
metaphysical.
That was way over Artichoke’s
head. He even made a motion
with one of his legs sailing
over his head.
The whole way home he
thought about his early life
and the troubles that
still plagued him.
Baggage, he thought,
grateful to have eight hands,
he thought, and he
was grateful and Artichoke
broke into blossom.