Boyscout

asshole, boyscout
ropes from the hardware store
laughs in the face of prayers
forms different plans

spider
waiting
caring or not
not breaking a heart
biting instead
winding, silent, passive
sixteen closed eyes

but the power to wind was given to him by me
lies readily accepted from another
sugary and bright

psychologist; he reads journals
somehow
not all-powerful
but powerful enough

the asshole

I hate my friends
don't want to delete insecurity
paradox
delete them for a while

sleep on it
they'll be there when I wake up
the spider won't
he never was