No Fairyland or Ground Control


said Spider to Fly,
“it was your forever moving
out of reach, the ever expanding
web now converses,
top and bottom ,
side to side”

said Fly to Spider,
“the definition of
in the process,
is being formed”

“Where and how will it end?”
lamp lit, the poet pens.

Will they walk the walk of love?

Somebody said,
“We are all born naked –
the rest is drag.”

They imaged a world
comfortable enough
in their birthday suit
never to be
abused again.

The creatives returns
to the work at hand
here and now.