Spiders Have Headlights

Spiders Have Headlights

spiders have headlights, they crawl up & down the A21
beneath, parallel worlds burn white beams into wet tarmac
the spiders and their lights shiver past my windscreen
and like a torch, they illuminate a galaxy in front of me
sprinkles of stars and smears of nebulae kiss my window
Wordsworth echoes through black trees, and not since January
have I looked out of a car window to see the real stars
or our funny little moon smiling at nothing in particular.

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he uses train tickets as bookmarks, reads a lot of Blake
likes to wear red scarves and disagrees with Romanticism
he has a list of things to do: #1, to catch dead air on the radio
#2, to burn a red flag under an orange sunset
and take a photograph with his crimson pen & blazing eyes
to flick his dark coat behind him, fashion a spurious camera angle
and walk away from the warm, yellow shafts of autumn
until the sun forgives his ego and follows him home.

Reviews

[Ms. Gruye]

hmmm: I very much enjoyed your use of language on this one. "Smears of Nebulae" I know you are a fan of Banks, however I am sensing some Mieville in there too, a certain steam punk element, perhaps it's the Wordsworth.

My one suggestion: the change from first to third person was abrupt. It may be helpful to insert a two line transition to explain this to your reader, as I was confused as to whether the "he" was the "I" above, the moon, or a new character.

Onward and Viva La

[Happy Cereal]

Really original, I love it. Probably one of the best things I've read in ages.