Friday, August 28, 2015

Evasion

There’s a nest in the attic
a tunneled mass of pulp
with territorial fiends inside.
I've watched them swarm for weeks
and sprayed the roof with poison.
They persist.

Fresh welts on my arms
and liable to more than myself
for allowing this to grow,
I need to go up there,
crawl through the old insulation
to find and destroy
that which could destroy me.

I’ll go in before first light
to unleash my defenses
then exit quick
and put the cover back.

Cryptic

Up at midnight
searching through words with unknown origins.
Prod is one
"to poke or rouse"
I consider my drive
and the depth of my pressure.

Dodge is another
"to elude or shift"
I wonder about all that I avoid
if my only choices are pursuit
or escape
and if I should try to find out.