my mother’s days
are filled with
somnia and
shirked
responsibilities--
sometimes paying bills
is a crime

we decided that spiders
were provincial enough
in the land of arachnids
to not only be left alone
but respected--
keeping out of view
of Athena--
corners,
closets,
cones
of silence

a house is a house is a house
of course

i grow old, i grow old--
from number 9
to 99--
fuckin' problems
life’s a bitch
because when the cold war
heats up
no money boys
come to play