Five minutes ago,
the dessicated remains of a tiny spider rolled past me like a
(inser.t simile)
reminding me that
(inser.t metaphorical content)
a paradox, in that (cryptic allusion)
(allegorical fragment)
and I even stole the title
from a John Varley novel I’m re-reading.
(ironic pause)
I’m getting lazy.
metamorphhh (aka jim crawford)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steel-beach/
