Closet Spider
By Peter Scott
Pain besets
I sit and rest
Taken aback by notion
Urged in a natural direction
Counter the reflection
Staining my studious mirror
How can I play
Even in a day
Life’s inhibitions are clear
To the chosen’s followers?
Yet spit do I neglect
Romantic intentions
Lusting instead for
Common themes in life
Sinning
Searching
Praying to conjure
A favor granted today
What might they surmise
Hiding behind a nightsheet of shame
Were they to read my mind?
Not highly grand
Fluid would rush to my hand
Releasing commitment to this perversion
Bound to strap myself again
In a vehicle that is silent
And travels in the night
For now, though
Regained by task
Washing my hands of this quivering ordeal.
