Nancy went to bed
pulled down the bed spread
and proclaimed she spotted a roach.
I don’t want to sleep with no roach, she said.
Yeah, yeah I said
eyes glued to the TV
I’ll buy some spray
then she went on
talking about roaches
crawling into your ear
and laying eggs.
Yeah like after they hatch
they crawl up the auditory canal
and start eating your brain
from the inside out.
I turned off the television,
went to bed.
She was in the bathroom
and announced
there was a spider;
a black widow.
Yeah, yeah I said
everytime she sees a spider
it’s a black widow.
Then she said
the spider was
killing a roach
and I thought of
importing spiders
to get rid of the roaches.
Then she said
the spider was
trying to carry
the roach inside the wall
to feed his family.
I envisioned some
blue-collar lunch-box spider dad
working hard to put
food on the table
for his off-spring
while they stay
safe behind the wall
happily amusing themselves
by spinning tiny baby webs
that they catch each other in.
Nancy remained in the bathroom
to watch the drama unfold.
Would the spider patriarch
be able to provide?
You could almost hear the
spider babies hungry cries,
I even suggested that she help out.
maybe drive the roach into the wall
with a pencil,
but decided against it,
I knew intuitively
that a person can’t
do the job of a spider.
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I'm laughing my head off. Especially about "I thought of
importing spiders to get rid of the roaches." I've gotta say I feel for her, though. I hate bugs and spiders. Good stuff.
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This guy seems a little bit shallow towards the girl about bugs, and that would be me, I scream when I see a bug...
Anyways, it's a great poem!! I really like it!
Great job!
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hey cih
thanks for commenting.
dave
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you sound like a dull guy who has grown immune and indifferent to his girl's antics about bugs. kinda hilarious. great job!
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hey Ms. O Malley
thanks for commenting, that poem was written years ago so now i'm older and duller, however i moved out of that place with a different girl in a roach free enviornment.
dave
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Hey dave,
where do you get the subjects from? different one once again... I shouldn't have asked you that question, because you are a good poet and that's why you are able to poeticize all that you see, experience and know in your life...this quality of yours is a real inspiring one...
Being a phobophobe
I could picturize this poem very well...
Thanks for sharing
See ya
-Kiddy
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hey kiddy
thanks for commenting, as far as topics this is a true story except for what i ad-libbed about the spider. i think theres' "found poems" in everyones life if you look for them.
dave
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i likkkke it
where did this come from?
it's so random
I ell-oh-vee-ee it
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hey Pc
thanks for the nice comment.
dave
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Interesting. It is more a piece of prose though than poetry, just the lines broken up. It can be written out as a parable, leaving out the side comments of course to allow the reader to put the pieces together, in a way involving the reader instead of telling him/her everything. Hope you don't mind my rather direct comment. Would appreciate the same treatment to my pieces posted around here. Thanks.
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hey sufjan
thanks for commenting, i don't mind the directness but i hope you don't mind that i disagree, you could say its a narrative poem or a prose poem but a poem no less, as these are as legitimate forms of poetry as much as haiku's, sestina's, pantoons, sonnets writtin in iambic pentameter etc.
dave
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Spinning a Yarn!
Hi Dave. Great tale - one for the arachnophobes and the err.. cocknophobes.
As usual you paint a vivid portrayal, imbueing the punter with the immediacy and poignancy of the situation you poeticise and the sick thoughts which weave themselves from everyday occurances (well in your brain at least, the sign of a true poet).
Only fly in your soup as far as I´m concerned is that our multilimbed minimonsters toil beneath a femdom matriarchy so the dad web-spinner is usually already eaten by mum or is dinner for the horde of little bastards hatching from their soft, viscous eggs.
And as for roaches, they can start breeding from age 2 fucking weeks, the horny sods, so the more eaten the merrier, I agree. (though I am a animal lib. veggie).
Entertaining, Mr Ochs.
Cheers
gGreepy-crawly
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hey gGreepy-crawly
somehow nowadays i feel like the spider dad between mums and babies demands, they may as well do away with me. And i do agree roaches suck even a Buddist would have to admit.
dave
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I hate bugs, but I love this poem =)
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i think thats what you've done here. which is what makes it such a precious and well written poem.
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in school this week we were talking about the "heresy of paraphrase" that says that a poem can not be paraphrased because in a good one, each line, word, syllable is placed intentionally to create a larger meaning and once you alter one thing, you've changed the whole intention and meaning.
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hey facethejam
thanks, i guess it makes sense that if you said a poems about such and such, the way you would a movie, it would lose its impact.
dave
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Addictive and straight forward,i could read this type of stuff all night.I dont think there is any real moral in this poem but it feels like there is.I really like the "Yeah,yeah i said"...adds something i cant explain.
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hey rhet
thanks for the great comment, glad theres only the feeling of a moral which would be overbearing.
dave
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Spiderman! Spiderman!
Hey Professor, when I read you in this form I know WHY I'd buy the book if you ever publish. Why? Because I haven't the faintest idea why - it's just great. I'm not blowin' smoke up your ass here. I can usually 'nail' what it is that appeals to me in poems etc. - but with your stuff, it's the elusive nature of what makes it appealing that makes it .... appealing.
My soft hearted mate watched a spider climb out of the wing mirror on his van and get blown off (he was doing 65 on the freeway at the time). The spider hung on like a horizontal parachutist while Damien slowed down and let him get back inside the mirror to his wife and family.. true story. Liked yours. >W<
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hey john
thanks for the great comment...however it was sort of good news bad news, the bad news this was written PD, pre-domesticated, the post domesticated poet is stuck doing crap like spending time with family, picking up and hugging his daughter and changing her diapers when he used to able to sit in coffee shops all day and write, good damn i got a raw deal.
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The spider and Miss Muffet
Ha Ha ! Can't help but suspect its your old lady got the raw deal, Ochs! Some Miss Muffets just don't have the sense to get the f*** off their tuffets and RUN! I've been lucky in that regard myself! >W< -
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hey W
yeah i think she'd agree with you.
dave
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