All Things Bugs

Little flesh bombs
how I hate the hair off you!
Nipping at my eyes
sending me flailing like a octopus
at your mad path,
making me fear for milk
and butter.
In the kitchen
on the wall,
under tables
dead in mugs of tea!
Crazy wings chasing your souls
for supper,
putting blasphemy
on gentle lips.
To hell with you vagrants,
let loose the spider...


@Steven Francis poems 2008