Rousing the girl, in her sleep, in the night, from the fear of the bed tick;
Large bug clings to the glass on the window and drapery weaves net
Spacing the walk large spider in web with its legs in an orbital cassette;
Spans as it probes, Jane thinks; weird thoughts feed brain, and she grabs stick.
Plans hatched; laced with a spite for the eight legs treading the pyramid;
Erratic 'pain in the neck' and its smut cells packed in a cartoon;
Weaving from rafters in house on the hilltop; spinning its cocoon;
Falls from the swing on to bed spread; spreading its canopied meshed grid.
Bag it in, lock with a bolt and a pin in the code in a safe home
Following games on the web, with the blogs, and the clutter on gateways;
Following the rules, and the droid blends; mixing to help with the stargaze;
Working its feet with the rules of the game on a spaghetti skinned chrome.
Scuttles, and slides on a thin line sky high; lacing the wide web;
Sound of the bell when keys stick, lock screen crashing the payroll,
Eight of its eyes in the light to the right, and the left of the console;
Replacing its lost legs; new ones growing from cells in the world web.
Daddy recycles its long legs; empties its trash in the background;
Fearful of spider in bonzi, and roping the ground with its stretched neck,
Searching in cells for the names in the blog list, scouting with hi-teck;
Pollutes the air as it flows to the face in a twittering rebound.
Sadly, I think of the work of the web cam; standing in spotlight,
Shows in the world wide web, fake dates on their tags, with a cute name;
Spinning its eight great webbed feet Bill Gates shows them his acclaim,
Spreading the wealth, as it were, with the poor folks brazen for the fight.
© Paterika Hengreaves
February 21, 2011/Barbados