The Spider

Spider, spider, lying dead

At the corner of my bed

Shame it had to end this way, on

What’s been such a lovely day

Squat upon that stretch of wall

You left me with no choice at all

The prospect of arachnid stress

Provoked a folded TLS

I watched you falling out of sight

Behind the burning bedside light

Beneath the battered childhood table

In amongst the mess of cable

So I left you lying there

Pretending that I didn’t care

Dead or living, either way

You screwed my DIY Feng Shui

In the darkness, anguished screams

Pursue me through my guilty dreams

I gag on the infected smell

Not present in my chain motel

Spider, screaming in the night

Crushed behind the reading light

Palliate this broken head, and

Humour me by playing dead