Ophion in the wanderlust of execrating mythologies
snug in its caverns of teratological warmth.
in the creeping tower from a scatter-gun smock
of swirling bandits
- Rapunzel’s thick cables,...
Watching fear cross borders, claiming
octroi on your dispossessed soul.
Tasting electric eel kiss; sizzled supine
swallowing dead voltage hiss:
just a cobra with a crick
in the nick of its throat –
the venom of the...