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bradley mason hamlin | lady spider

Lady Spider

The
lone palm
watches
over
us


Chet Baker’s
gentle magic
flows from trumpet


as smooth
and cool
as the warm
pre-summer
breeze


ghosting
up and down
the valley


Paul Newman
provides
the red wine


as if in sync
with the
rojo hourglass


on the belly
of
the spider


she’s
hanging
a little south
of our patio
umbrella


listening to
Chet,
and swinging
just a
little bit …


maybe
she digs
the god-like
shade
of the palm giant


or
the intoxicating
bouquet
of the cabernet


whateverthefuck


she
must die


I think
she knows this;
she took her
chances


and,
the blonde
has already asked,


“What’s that
spider
hanging there?”


you know
in California
you’ve gotta be
prepared for
death
and danger


living
so close
to edge of world


I lift
a
spade –


and tell myself


her deadly poison
could kill my
kid
or my cat


black widows
are like
that


she tries to run …


yet,
by the time
you read these words,
she’ll be
as
dead
as


Chet & Paul
and the
empty bottle


of Sauvignon


dead,
but never
forgotten.

1 Comment

  • A Swinging move on Chet Baker’s love of striking notes,
    in unconditional musical and poetic ass kicking language.
    Excellent delicate yet strong word flow.
    BZ Niditch

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