Spitting Cobras

              Spitting Cobras

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Spitting Cobra | The Toxic Sprayer

The darkest planets are the ones you taught

Me I should fear.  Pink holes of blackness are

Their realms.  Imperial their blackness, fraught

With Nero’s thumb turned down.  These caves are fraught

With Freud disguised as Inland Taipan snakes.

Their venomed bite can kill one hundred men.

Chthonic goddesses cause semen shakes

In darkest darknesses and women then

Keep hold of heedless seed for later fights.

The veins on ramming poles are full of blood,

Not love.  Get used to that, to semen’s slick off-whites.

Get used to penises, their pounding thud.

  The snakes are not the penises.  At least

    The venom is what counts, their spit released.

Phillip Whidden