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Mi Amigo


We’re at the rental place at the beach.

3 AM I’m up reading

waiting for the pain pills to kick in

(back legs shoulders arms from fighting

the waves and the woods)

when I notice a giant spider crawling

across the ceiling heading our way.

Normally I capture

these hairy guys release them outside

where they belong but too much

brouhaha for this time of night

would wake my exhausted wife.

So I stealthily (with great stealth)

swat the thing down

with a throw pillow but now

I can’t find it. WTF!

I move the nightstand there he is!

Clobber him into 10 pieces with my shoe.

Mission accomplished! Now back to sleep.

The Devil, who I hadn’t noticed

has been watching me with that stupid

I-just-planted-a-spider-in-your-room grin

exclaims “Well done mi amigo”

and poof he’s gone again, bastard.