WHEREVER WE GO

WHEREVER WE GO

never done it
with another snake

by wbich
I mean snake person
person born
in the year
of the snake

the surprise
of our bodies
fitting exactly
the coils of our
twinned souls
intertwined

finishing each others’ sentences
Before they end
half way through
before
   they even started

so same-same locked in
slithery sensual immortal combat

elapid, viper, rattler, ambush predator,
neuro hemo exery kind of
cocktail of venoms
to soothe, kill
in microseconds
     straighten out
where not python, anaconda
boa constrictor

so dovetail, stovepipe fit its
boring

so much hiss talk
      best footloose, foot sure,
rootless footnotes
to Plato

snakelets, snakelings such
an otherwise joy in the making
unless
   for this world just too
way too intense

curse of the snake  being one
to the core
    same cosmic signature
whatever do
   wherever we go

losing out in this time of bondings
     bindings self-
reflection

never
     made it with a snake of my
species opposite
of my gender

any which way how before

MADAME SNAKE

MADAME SNAKE

don’t let her
be a snake

slithering into your life
Simone de Beauvoir smart
sexiest of
philosophers

God, if she be a snake
you better
have some
big thoughts
you better have read
those big books
in the library, know
your
   stuff backwards

wouldn’t want her
to get feisty
try to
   swallow you one go
anaconda you
entirely

smitten by her beauty
behind that face
     to launch a thousand ships
lies the brain that knows,
can recite
      the Iliad
and much of everything ever
written
        recorded word-
perfect  in
those coils
 
madame snake will
       take such sweet delight

in teaching you
a thing or two

she
   slithered into your
life so
skin
   tight

what else can mere mortal
hope to do?

PLAAS ROMAN (farm poem)

PLAAS ROMAN (farm poem)

crossing the farmyard
to my domicile

trod on something in the long grass
   perfectly camouflaged

looking
    for all the world

like a stick

     which
            of course it was

my penchant for attracting
disaster wrong this instance

not the ambush predator
viper with potent haemotoxic
venom we
both assumed it to be

nor
    Cape Cobra (here in
South Africa we have
              the prettiest cobra)
nor Boomslang, nor Rinkhals

nor that speed freak elapid of
supreme flowimg motion

olive-gray in colour
hero of
    Tarantino’s Kill Bill
but with
silky pitch-black mouth

and me
   child of 53, making me
in Chinese
terms
    a fellow of that brethren

slow and quiet until called upon
then red-hot writhing, razor
sharp wire

sign of the
            creature closest to the
Earth (as I am now) and
thus
    with such gravitas

noodle with
           nuclear chemistry, one
drop

    never instil

thought here on the farm
might
     get away from him

hide from the god of life-
energy where

  there is
      no much

                 life energy

everywhere I look

plants sacred
to you

and the way you crushed me,
destroyed me
        injected me with tragic

beginning to fear
     I might be sacred to you too

never to evade you
ever
     escape your clutches

as my last days run out
and I can
       no longer walk your wild

or love
     your women, the ones
you singled out

chose for me perfectly

dreaming of our resurrection
wondering what
you
      will tell me, what

you will ask me
man to god
       (schemed as a
dithyramb)

         about the shared pain and ecstasy torture and beauty

of this life

      (forever fall
                forever rise)