Clinging to everything , to the stop signs and the ones indicating speed,

trying to find the cupholder with the cup,

at the very last second,

Everything spilling everywhere , as a result .

Real live cobwebs, spindly and dedicated; clinging to everything and everywhere

all over your lap now , spiders and silk and everything in that cup spilled everywhere.

This is the last time I’ll mention spiders for awhile.

Beholden to cataclysms , waning now / a split decision to come / a toast.

to me // and to that drop in pressure. ( cheers)

and to the spillage! ( cheers)

Deprived and deserted I am , by that precise drop in pressure.

Really precise in pressure,

Really precious drops in pressure,

really precious ones, man.