Araneus Cavaticus
He tosses a speckled cocoon
juts his jaw forward until his ears pop
He catches it on his curved tongue
and rolls it over his palate
His teeth are diamonds and the smooth—
granular flesh of his cheek
is the womb of a titmouse
the surface of a sea creature
washed in the tide pool
snatched by a gull
Blue blood trickles from is mouth
into his tinsel beard
metallic as the focused rays
of the sun squeezing through the keyhole
glinting off the concentric orbs
of semen
with which he has built his web
He is the be all and the end all
(An Elastic State of Mind. D.L.D.’s Autobiography in Poems. Wigestrand forlag 2012)
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