from the entanglement, like flies in the spider web,
i undo and dissect each of my captured audience
methodically, each one in turn, is analyzed.
their surprises are few, secrets seem so similiar,
as i bite through to each one of their meats.
each of them succumb, most without much of a fight.
some puzzle momentarily, i pause, only to come
back to them and restart my analysis. often
i am thought to be ruthless or untrue, i am not.
unknotted, they join the stomach of my entourage
where i hear them growl. i keep them there...
getting fatter until i am full. full of myself enough
to settle for the evening remembering a few...
or two.
(c) sander blome 2010