Slapping At The Revenge

In the corner of my eye!

All of a sudden...

A spider!

How long was he sitting

on my shoulder before

I noticed him?

…SLAP!!!

It was while writing

a short story called

The Last American

when I noticed him...

... SLAP!

Was the spider, maybe,

literacy’s revenge?

Or maybe it was

America’s revenge?

Revenge against an injustice

that I perpetuated

in the story that I wrote.

...with my literary style...

Against the sanctity

of the written word.

...with my radical views...

Against the ersatz patriotic

belief in my nation?

Revenge.

Sweet, sweet revenge.

One day revengence will find me

no matter how well I hide.

It finds everybody eventually.

So I don’t try to hide anymore...

HERE I AM CRUEL WORLD!

I AM YOURS!!!!

The spider.

It found me...

Spiders can be verily dangerous

as far as creatures go...

I have never liked bugs,

much less spiders.
... SLAP!

I have lots of enemies.

Lots and lots of enemies...

Those lots are a good thing too!

It means I’m doing something right...

Words are dangerous things.
Verily dangerous things.

My enemies make themselves

enemies because of words..

Their position with my words...

Their position in my words...

They find their spot...

It’s their choice...

It’s their doing...

Their problem with me

and my words...

Their overemphasis

in the grand scheme of things.

They draw the lines...
Those lines are not mine!

I defy those lines!

Spies and assassins line up

in groups of four on

the dance floor...

That is also a good thing!

...SLAP!

Let'em line up the way they do.

They love those lines of theirs.

So line up boys, do what you do best!

Line up where I can see'ya real good!

One by one...

By one...

By one...

...SLAP!

Now every itch that surfaces

is a suspected arachnid.

I slap first, then look second.

This...

This slapping at the revenge...

After I have already

relocated to a new spot

to sit and write this poem!

I will slap.

I will move.

I will monitor the lines...

Give them an eye as needed…

Most importantly though,

I…

    Will…

            Wait…

... SLAP!

SLAP!