Spider

One day I noticed a spider in the kitchen

crawling along the tiled window sill.

Now I value spiders as predators on the flies

which often infest my indoor flower plants

and I watched with interest to see what it was doing.

But I couldn't tell where it was going or why.

It halted when it came level with the sink

and turned to face over the edge of the sill.

Motionless it seemed to be peering down

as if on a cliff above the rocks below.

Still it didn't move. Taking time to think?

Decide? Oh, my god, a suicide?

Surely there's some pleasure still to come

in life. Family somewhere? Friends? Or none !

Don't do it. You're so tiny. You'll never survive.

Or is that part of the problem? An inferiority . . .

And then it jumped. But horizontally !

Across the gap between the sill and the cloth

draped over the tall vertical water faucet.

Before it vanished in the fabric, I swear its jaws

moved. I think it said "Up yours".

Cameras could capture it;

even painting probably so;

memory re-imagine it;

words unforunately no.

Another blue sky summer sunset

sifting down to ochre glow

like winter sitting room coal fire

bedtime dying long ago.

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Pleasure is the here and now;

satisfaction for the future.

My constant companion in old age,

girl not boy, little joy.

Fart or faeces ?

Hard to tell

sometimes. Toilet !

(just as well).

I think there's little left in life to see.

I'm only killing time till time kills me.

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THE CONSOLATIONS OF OLD AGE

                  don't  exist

THAT'S MUSIC - OUT OF THIS WORLD

Special offer for one lifetime only.

The only funeral company to offer

bingo in Heaven.

Politicians are part of the narcissus genus

Poetry - so many write it but so few read it.

THE  TRAVELLING  GASTROPODS

Their relatives must go home every day

but they venture further with their campervans -

snails.

Cars are a bit like people -

the body work is sleek or battered

but the driver isn't clear.

With acknowledgement to Robert Burns

If the camera doen't lie,

then the mirror certainly does

which just confuses when we try

to see ourselves as others see us .

To my wife

When I certainly also die

I will have eternity

to patiently, carefully search for you

floating somewhere among the stars.