Charmed by the Snake

I was the composition,
You were the Grand Cross,
The night a burlap sack over my head.
I poured all my energies out,
Sloshing like a mop in a bucket; you,
The highest order planetary alignment,
For but a second decomposed me.
So once more I eavesdropped on sleeptalking gods.

After every meal I have milk with dessert,
And, having left it on my desk,
It turns fast.

[Dreams of wool, paint blotches, and abrupt abstract masses]

I rasped through gritted teeth,
My mind waiting in the backseat
Ripped apart by blue blue red black so black you couldn't see them.
Fuck! Goddamn it I can't breathe! What the fuck?!

[Dreams of lambs leading the shepherds]

How are you feeling? Sorry to hear it.

[Being charmed by the snake]
I sat in the coarsely interwoven memories,
Beholding the pome of your body.
It's all I can... about....

I'm the shit hitting the fan.

[Rising above only to pop like a bubble at the surface]

...and suddenly, you stopped breathing...

[Here in the trunk they locked me in]


Please spare me your unfortunate tragedies,
I have a legacy to attend to.