(Green leaves turning )

It all starts dying 
The blooms fade 
The air changes
In a death sort of way

Spiders are everywhere 

When fried 
they are like
Little lobsters

You can’t fry lobsters 
You need to boil them
Alive
Like innocent medieval “witches”
Their little claws 
opening and shutting 
Useless 

Not unlike our minds
When the super intelligence 
Spots our inefficiencies
 
Tremendous thunder clap

Death still happens
Like extinct lobsters
Waiting 
To be eaten by giant spiders

Raw
Ultra Raw

Spider ranch
Invest 
In the lowest carbohydrate 

We can live forever!!!

September cums
Birthing the fragrances of death

September 9, 2024 SGL Brunswick, ME