Dead Spider Zone

dead spider zone
in here
silent warning for those who breach
the comfort perimeter

eight-legged terror
stay beyond these warm walls
do not disturb my TV trance
as your entry into my sight

is a future submerged in neurotoxins
and your aggressive reaction gives you
another coating
into which you shrink
those spasms time your demise

dead spider zone
you dare to lightly march over
recent carcasses up to the window sill
sneak along drains then through cracks
to begin a vain search through my rooms

stay in your realms
feast on the small residents among bushes and dried foliage
grab the flying visitors to this garden lounge
tune your silk arrays to catch sport

keep you dreadful presence
where its prickly purpose is best:
to terrorize the pests near my herbs
out of my space

dead spider zone
legs twitch from
a neurotoxin jacket
until my breath
settles.