Spider on the Inside Track (c) 2009 Jim Glennon
I know: two spiders in a row?
Sometimes you just don’t want to know what’s inside. This applies to Pandora’s Box and beagle puppies’ mouths. It also is said to govern the processes of creating legislation and sausage.
I recently received an observation about my own noggin: “There’s a lot going on in there.”
(As for my puppy’s noggin. . . .I envision that as a genial but fairly empty chamber, perhaps inhabited by images of squirrels.)
When someone says this to me, I imagine that person pictures my mind’s interior as something between a Hieronymous Bosch painting and one of the more disturbing scenes in Brazil.
What’s your preferred view from inside?
Buzzing visitor/Singlemindedly zeroes/On sunburst inside
Inside this flower/Pointillist yellow-amber/A thousand gold pins
Antique tea-dyed white/Bundled inside a rose bud/Masterful rouching
Iridescent pearls/Inside one fallen violet/Raindrops on velvet
Inside my pup’s head. . . ./A void? Or perhaps he is/Smarter than he looks
Inside a fall bush/I see at least five plump birds/Basking in the sun
Inside the Tobin/Like a large abstract sculpture/Repairs render art
Inside these windows/Lies a recent self-portrait/Not easy to find
Inside this archway/Sons and daughters step daily/As did their parents