on candystripe legs the [bad word] 
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly! 
a movement in the corner of the room! 
and there is nothing i can do 
when i realize with fright 
that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!

quietly he laughs and shaking his head 
creeps closer now 
closer to the foot of the bed 
and softer than shadow and quicker than flies 
his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes 
"be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy 
don't [bad word] like that or i will only love you more 
for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light 
the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"

and i feel like i'm being eaten 
by a thousand million shivering furry holes 
and i know that in the morning i will wake up 
in the shivering cold

and the spiderman is always hungry...