Attic
Attic
On a spring morning
Thought of some spring cleaning
I climbed the attic
At first wanted to flee, as
Cobwebs welcomed with glee
But then
The spider smiled
And hugged me tight
Sending warm intoxicating sensations
My senses went numb and my eyes dropped
Woke up later on the hospital bed
Waiting now for
Maybe some other day
To complete the cleaning spree