Tarantula Hawk Sting

Tarantula Hawk Sting

Spider hunters hunt
Out in broad daylight

Every touch is a stinger
On the tip of an
Acid-packed needle

Four thin wings
Before beating

Strolling steps
Not sticking
To tangled webs

The paralyzing power
Of synthesized metals
Dispersing in the body

Taking tensed limbs
Dragged along the soil

It looked so far away
But here it is now
And all there is, is pain

Can’t move, all is futile
All one can do is lay
And experience the burn

Let it course,
Let it flow,
Let it rattle
To the core

Let the core strain
Let eggs be laid
Allow oneself
To self replace

Be prey-shaken
And shell encase



Say the things yesterday you won’t say today
Make room for today for things you’ll say tomorrow
And to tomorrow, don’t wait, capture the three fates
Of cleanliness, success, and pure joviality

Tend to the great garden you planted last year
Water the nightshade and roses with joyful tears
Make memories in the sun, experience it all
Bask in the rays of fruitful sun and dahl

Part the clouds above yourself and dig wells
Look at the sprouts of belladonna belles
Reap what you sow, you’ll always know
When to harvest and what will emit woe

Take the lovely belles, plant them, and admire
On your windowsill, having tea by the fire
Enjoy the experience as roses around float
Wear this new reality and truth as a capote

And admire the nightshade and drink its aura
Look at the stalk of this dangerous flora
Know the power and fate it may cause
You know yourself, and play by your own laws

Some cry “madman” for what you practice
“You’ll surely die as you drink from that chalice!”
They do not know the immunity you possess
So pay no mind as the truths inside egress

Drink heartily, love happily, and shame the liars
You can love yourself and the belles can be admired
Float down the river of constants and variables
This is all a fierce psychologic parable