spider

i am filling in-betweens
trying to empty my mind;
but like flies against windscreens
i keep hitting thoughts to grind.

i am making plans with ghosts,
socialising with shadows
in the past-time i love most:
dragging myself out of lows.

conversating with the spider
that hangs down from my ceiling:
a valliant moonbeam rider
- that must be quite a feeling!

i count the letters in my bin:
words used to the very last.
the soft breezed kiss on your skin
- i sent to seal up the past.