jackson pollock - number 1 (lavender mist)
the spider wondered along the thin fragile web
hoping to find
a frightened captive fly
just to have a chat with.
this immense void the web incarnated
boggled him also.
he felt alone,
all day sewing his web strings,
no one to talk to,
no one to ask for an opinion or advice,
no one to share his web with.
and the web,
this overwhelming web,
kept growing
day by day.
none to find at any end of any thread
the days went by.
in the morning
he takes his coffee
around the north-western corner,
watching the sun blazing up the sky.
he feels relaxed.
at that time you need nobody to talk to,
too early for words or even glimpses.
at brunch
he strolls along the south.
it's warmer there around eleven.
besides,
you can listen to a Parus Caeruleus
wondering by that time of day.
it's cozy.
at noon
lunch is best in the west.
a John Wayne feeling overwhelms you.
the five o'clock tea
is yet the best to be
pendulous to a branch
along the northern tree.
and so
at dinner,
the last meal of the day,
accustomed to be lonely,
he creeps unmissed
in a corner to the east.
he can't stand losing
the following morning sunset.
'cause that may be
his only friend.
laying low he falls asleep
waiting.
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