right from the gecko

Right from the gecko
I was scaled to size
I was green with envy
of the bumps on the thighs
of a female tarantula
staring me down
as was the desert sun
so unforgiving
so cold, in spirit
just an oven in the sky
turned up entirely too high
it was a threat to our species
to our habitat
which we needed
to hibernate
in a rock
every morning we do the best that we can
to perform claw-hatha yoga in the sand
“my, minga, you’re looking awfully rough” I said with a mouthful of cockroach
“Why thank you” said Minga looking clearly encroached
“are you available for snail tea at anytime in the forseeable future, possibly, sooner rather than later ..?”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly ..”
I turned a great grey of shade
at that moment in time
her eyelashes full of slime were rather sublime
“well, I mean, you could possibly couldn’t you, hypothetically?”
She rolled on her back and stuck her legs in the air
she had no response and she just didn’t care

I'd seen this tactic before at the lizard lounge

it always means 'no'

hmph.
so as I lurched home torpid and languid
I was compelled to the ocean
to find someone who speaked my language

or at least felt emotion

Reviews

[Alana McGuire]

I don't think I've ever read a poem about a tarantula before, but it was pretty neat. :) I especially liked the last part. Sometimes what really need is to just find someone who really understands us or at least listens. Thank you for posting!

[Richard]

I don't think I've ever seen a tarantula read a poem before! :)
thank you very much I appreciate it very much :)

[Alana McGuire]

Hahah true, true! And you're welcome. :)