(100 Words = Ekatolexon) Where Spiders Breed Poem by Christos R. Tsiailis

Red parrots are black widows in disguise. “Did you watch that dream last night? ” Nelly did, she said I should rent it myself from the ‘Eternity’ shop. She said I had to take my id there but I had given it in for a personal storm cloud. They sell those in the ‘Maternity’ shop. Did I mention the dream played songs by three talented Zulus, all killed in different accidents from flat tires crossing ‘Casablanca’ streets? I thought she was joking, but then her father with a bouquet kissed me on the shoulder, where my beloved spiders used to breed.
© Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis