Spider On My Screen Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

A piece of white-blue
flame turning
into a silver-amber
lined with bright cyan.
It's ignited to shine
with a fast-crawling spider,

flattened and bleeding
with croaking crystals
on my windshield.

It popped and flashed,
a cobblestone having
jumped high
into silver air splashing
cotton specks
to fall with white ants.

It landed lower than brow
with a steel fist
and a deep kick
from its a gabbro-edged boot.

(ii)

The cobblestone falls
on the glass
that carries my eyes
to catch a glimpse
of a flying skipping outside.

It rebounds
off a complete-bodied
whirr, a buzzing world
in all its veins
and arteries of light.

Over giraffe
and hippo buildings
tramping
on the elephant shadows
of more muscled towers.

(iii)

Standing, crouching
on cemented legs
covering
bones of stone and wood.

O spider, crawl, creep
out of the screen,
so I can drive
along a straight line.

Spider, melt off
in the landing sunray

cutting my glass
into scores of shards flying
off like flies.

(iv)

How does a new car
of sapphire screen gems
drive out

with stars of graffiti
flung by windy snow
to come back home,

clothed in creeping black
and white ants
trailing a scar
on the car's face
left by a cartwheeled
cobblestone.

The flying tapered lump
sprayed a giant
crystal spider on my screen,

leaving me
no putty knife to scrape
off the arachnid
into the flame that caught me.