I beat upon the anvil of my mind
Making ringing sounds no other hears
Relieving pent-up pressures of the day
So they won’t make my night all dreaming fears.
To take me painlessly outside myself
I ride the magic carpet on my desk
That silver blue escape hatch to a world
Of make believe where nothing is at risk.
Where everything is secret and a mask
In chat rooms, total strangers act like friends
Sharing all the tales of lonely hearts
That surf and seek a haven of Amens.
But I know there’s a spider in the web
Of pixels, dots and dashes darkly hid
Watching for me like I was a fly
Who will submit, no matter what I did.
I see the spiders’ face and smile hello
But I know there’s a mouse to set me free!
Before escaping, suddenly I see
The stupid spider looks a lot like me !
Pete St. John in silly mode!