this is a poem,

to help you sleep.

when the nights are rough

and you dont dream,

your eyes only reflect the ceiling.

there is a re-occuring thought, killing me.

there is a dot on my hand left from a permanent marker, that makes me think of the girl, attatched to the pen, that put a mark on my skin; she put a mark on my life.

So here is the run-down of how i live my life in accordance with insects. I am afraid of moths. No amount of pride or false dignity will stop me from saying this; this is honesty. But last night i sat in my bedroom quietly smoking cigarettes and listening to the smooth jams of my favorite bands. When all of a sudden, and quite unexpectedly i might add, a moth flys out of left field and pegs me in the right cheek. Now, i lean back and swat at him out of cowardice, which for me would be expected. But just as quickly, as he basked in the cool rays of my flourecent light, i noticed him for what he actually was. A very interesting insect, with a hiary little body, and antenna like a cornfield. His wings were grey on the outside, with a bubble of blue in the  center contained by a ring of black. And i noticed how he seemed so content with his environment. I could place a speech bubble above his head reading, "jeez this light is so great, its like an energetic beach in california". So i was surprised at myself for gaining the ability to change my perception of this tiny creature in an instant, and without reason. Well, soon enough, that moth flew towards the corner of my bedroom. Much to my surprise, i watched him fly from my light, into a spiders web in the corner. I was a bit shocked, but still very entertained. Now, as soon as this moth hit the web, without pause, a spider about 3 inches wide jutted out from the wall and grabbed the moth. He plunged his fangs deep into the moth, and sucked him back into the wall to where i could not see them. I thought that might have been one of the most insane things ive ever paid thought to. But strangely i felt pleased with the spectacle that had unfolded itself in my bedroom. so there is my story of the spider that lices with me. I think ill name him Johan.