all the world turned into webs of light
so, the connections keep connecting to all the other connections that connect to everything not already connected to the connections. (even the coffee pots in some old buildings where people drink coffee: who knows when to refill it? all the monkeys who cycle through there, methinks)
alternately, while dreaming of pizzas, with a receipt in hand, while waiting in a line of fools (or foodeaters) or lotoseaters or whathaveyou. wouldn’t you know my slice of pizza didn’t come through the pizza drawer. waiting in line for a pieceza that never comes. trying to ignore that utteromen.
walked the clouds (i mean, watched–fooly me) creeping over the western hills, saw their growling darkness. (why in april? it’s the cruellest) woke the arches in glomylite.
aboutface: drowning in paper/electronic madness.
april showers, I thought briefly for a second would BRING glowers, ashes that washed away because the river jordan got stuck in the middle of all o’ that. your pizza drawer, it hems and haws and later will be seen last, if ever, on a teevee show headed south, like heroes who only work in a two hour movie.
those webbingskies are maybe how BIG do you think that spider has to be? something so big would have to be ethereal ephemeral, so we wouldn’t maybe see it with our fancy telekomoscopes. But it’s there. It’s the dark matter, maybe, and there are billions, all their webs pulling the heavens apart the dark energy some scientists think they’ve enumerated now.
ick. don’t like spiders one bit. (where’s the spider at the center at THIS web…?) always thought the “web” metaphor a little spurious. not quite charred enough. or shiny.
not like spiders? howzat? they’re so slickery and gracitudinal, no? clingy and hidey then RUN RUN REAL FAST then disappearing into little holes or cracks. ethereal spiders twiddling the webstrands of the universe sound okay to me.
bees, on the other hand; get the bees out, every one. i don’t care that much about honey and whatever whatever good whatever they purportedly provide. i had a wasp or a somethingorotherlikeawasp in my kitchen last night and discovered just how LOW my ceiling there really is, when it went into or behind the flourescent ceiling light thingy and i had to turn on the oven and kept waiting for the thing to fall out right into my shirt. i ran to the bathroom to get the hairspray to spray it out and it never came out, but then i found it on the window blind. But what if that one wasn’t the same???? THE CORKSTOPPER COULD STILL BE UP IN THE LIGHT WAITING TO INJECT ME.
Much rather there be spiders than bees.
but bumblebees are loves. I often pet them as they are busy at a flower. They are furry. It’s the naked ones that I don’t trust. I hate anything crankier than I am. But things exactly as cranky as I am, I adore.
Spiders, I respect, but they are mostly naked. I pet a tarantula once, as it’s owner winced. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to. Spiders mind their own business, soI can live with them and bumblebees. Wasps and hornets do not mind their own business and storm into my porch all naked with their derriers poking in and out threateningly. It’s a good thing they’re so dim.
dim lightbulbs. these birds. i mean, bees. where’s my mind gone to? flowers and pollination. that’s the bees business. it’s a groovy thing, all that pollination and al. just imagine the craziness if people needed bees to “pollinate”. hmmm?