
SASHA appears to share a love of writing/literature/poetry with other creatures born in the year of the snake. 🐍


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
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)
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)