two poems

spider

tiny red spider
you dance on
skinny legs

like Picasso
crawling all over
a piano
            
             like a surgeon
pulling thread
through a suture



gasp

a break in the clouds a gasp
and blue paint falls just like a
sheet of rain

sea creatures raise their claws
over their heads and grasp the
cable that lifts them out

the surest way to nirvana is to
hang to death just ask jesus
just ask these fish