TV

It sits there

vacant and empty.

The methadone

no longer, flowing.

Staring wanting,

trying to, suck me in.

Losing my will,

it wants,

me to drown.

The Spider

The spider runs,

here and there.

The glass burns

here and there.

Still it runs,

here and there.

The Word

He was the truth, he was the word. A vibrating ball of energy.