I) Brief Encounter A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow, Not the regal creature of border caves, But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar Of some obscure Scottish poet. The mist crawls from the can*l Like some primordial phantom of romance To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen. While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father. Your carnation will rot in a vase. II) Lost Weekend III) Blue Angel ---------------------------------------- IV) Misplaced Ren (azchords.com)