simple lines at 5 a.m.

I beg these waking eyes of mine
be bless-ed with the sight of thine
when first they open come each morn
as windows in new sunrise born


The Ironed Spider : Verse One

There was a little spider in my laundry
that was until I switched my iron on
he may have enjoyed hopes and dreams aplenty
but sadly all those hopes and dreams are gone
for he misadventured deep into my trousers
but alas he’ll never crawl in them again
as in a sweep and puff of scalding screaming steam
he transformed into a little eight legged stain.