Spider's House
Tim Rutili
the icicles chime
fingerings lost
in the motions of our hands
sit just as you are
lost in the crime
carry the choir
age and peel
after the quiet bleeds
peel and age
familiar peace
in the pain
pulling you wrong
in soft belief and midnight
finish a violent quiet freeze
the carnival fighters are
sharing a bed tonight
bruised in the hay
the circle around the brawl divides
in frozen rain
on spider's house
after the quiet bleeds
peel and age
familiar peace
in the pain
raindrops tremble
and wait to freeze
on spider's house