Snakes Teeth

  I think fear, as sharp as snakes teeth black head weaving I think sex, thick twining thoughts I think creation desperate concepts that one cannot resist I think healing aggressive deliberate unrelenting in my dreams under me my darkness resolving ascending complete absorption I choose not to resist.

Talk of Dragons

  There is talk of dragons everywhere, flocking through the sky’s of yesteryear and now their tails flash serpentine, flickering sapphire gliders… these dragons set in stone following notes they are music, made in Indian trees of China paper billowing with shine, fecund with intergalactic knowledge! Dragon rainbows, kissing ocre and wallowing in bottomless green, firing