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
by phillipw | Dec 18, 2024 | Uncategorized |