Oo

Those are your eyes

oO

those are my eyes

OooO

those are our eyes

when our heads are

parallel in grace

ooOooOoo

those are the eyes

of one of eight spiders

we are lied to

about eating annually

because the spiders

just do some

mouth-spelunking

OooOOoooOooOoooOOooO

those eyes are the eyes

of three clones of us

caught in a spiderweb

as the spider eyes

who will be supper

the clone of you

furthest to the right

finds the perfect leaf

for leaving

the clone of me

closest to the spider's

left laughs himself

loose and the resultant

echo sounds

like this

OooOooOooOoooOoO

OooOOooO

hey

it's us again

in a mirror out of

view an indigo bunting

munches a dandelion

and poos on our heads

and poos on a motor vehicle

and eats a candy corn and poos and flies

away into a cloud a cloud

that looks like a perfect

O.