Snake queen and the devils

Flames of the devils have come among us, first tickling then stabbing at our every pore jarring it future open. Blistering blood floats to the surface bringing with it further heat as if it’s been equally possessed by demonic charge.


Tightly she squeezes, the serpent of winter. Sucking all the heat from the land into her body like a black hole, scaring the landscape with her frosty tendrils, and taking with her the heat. She will lay an egg mid winter and the devils will find it with their heat and incubate it, when it hatches again her daughter will scour the land in her place. Her death and corpse will lead to spring, and be turned to ash in summer. One day though, her body will not die, her daughter will not be born, the devils will not come back, as the frost envelopes the land allowing her to suck all heat forever.


All across my path

Rain giving the land blessed baths

Snailways cross and part

Silken rails, drifting trails

On my way to get the mail

Snailways, from a rain-filled day

I need to be with you

Snailways, it another thing telling me

I need to be with you

Snailways, kneel down an say

I need to be with you

Snailways, from a rain-filled day

I need to be with you

Crosses in cloudscape

Two eggs, laid down by the corridors

Sure as mortal days escape by the west coast

Rolling boulders feel the way of the mocking birds

Roasting legs dripping starlight onto the verge

Up in my estimations, high sky crosses the absurd river of ice

Titanic served salmon on a bed of white rice

With such luscious little smiles, scales and forgiveness in the rails

It’s the day of the cowardly snails

Dusk trees 

As our light leaves

Light of dusk trees

Wispy winds down the road 

Cracking slightly more 

Here is the door

Lines of wires

I’m so very tired

Will they power 

My tower mires?

As the light is swollen 

Bled dry by nights frozen breath

Breaking bones in my hand 

Wait till the end of the stand

Billy and his Mediterranean cheese 

Please, oh please

Rain on me

Dragon Princess Love

             Fire scales 
             Warm touch 
            Don’t prickle 
             warm snake 
            Gentle caress 
            Silky smooth 
           Clothing falls  
             beyond my  
             Breasts an  
             Little tiny 
             Long tines 
           Tickling touch 
           Around a-re-ola 
         I take my turn too 
        Stroke her feathers 
        Softness it defined  
        Down her back from 
        Her head they have 
       Made a trail. For my 
      Fingers slowly follow  
      Every vane, rachis by 
      Its downy roots. They 
      Shiver at every little  
       Touch as I reach down
        Her   bottom   curls   
         Tiny   downy  bits 
          Mixed  with  the  
           Exquisite blue  
            Shiny   scale  
              As her  
               Turns                     . 
                Her                    -in 
                 Tail                   Jo 
                 Wraps             We 
                     Around      And 
                           My waist 


Catatonic movement Shackled by the place

Ties between the astral and me

Moving dead weight beyond my body 

Shawn and cut and thrust by madness

Deafening beeps from their teeth
Cost shouting men

Price gouging meat

Blood draining from my neck

No one can see me

I’m just a pawn

Waiting to be sacrificed 
Dreams are a solution but also a problem 

A twisted labrynth of demons and angels

Shadows eat me and sleep cannot be me

Claws thrusting from the maw
She snakes on my shapes and shadow my deathbed 

I’m dark and cut up on the places

I’m trapped on this table
Cables and writing 

Fables and lighting

Feisty and angry and blank 
I’m myself and not

I’m going through knots

Down and down and down 

Cloud and ground 

Clouds change

Like white sheets in the wind

Sometimes they hold rain

Throw down lightning and hail

Then wispy little ones like scales on a fish

Sun comes in this sky

Changes it heat from day to day

Through the clouds

They eat her rays gladly

Wind chases them like a little child chases butterflies

Ground is changed by these clouds

Hit ground with rain and plants come through the pavement

Hit the ground with hot dry sun

Hit the ground with mist

A succulent kiss on the ground from the clouds

Impart said the speckled frog

Impart, impart, impart 
Said the speckled frog

I’m walking in this soft moist bog

And a Willy wag tail squeaks 

Be curt be curt be curt and cerful, thicker bushes

I squelch and simmer in the heat and avoid the bushes 

A duck startles me 

Map! Map? Map! 

I check and see I’m indeed of course 

Onwards to the swamp gums on the bank a kookaburra yells


I hasten my retreat and avoid the area and get to my destination

Their in a little clearing is a old wise serpent whom I’m sure will tell me more I need to know

The way of the stone

I became
stone inlaid
concrete part
of building us up

but I ask
for my half
my spirit is trapped inside

we are separated
by stone thats fake
by something that has no face

although created by
our hands
the way of the stone
was the way of a man

Ignored the teasing
ignored the hurt
build up the shield upon the hearth
protect all that is true
the way of the stone
is the way for you

I silence
born in fire
icy pinnacles
forest monster


Start but don’t
realize whats not
a gaze of a basilisk
medusas assumes
and you are immune
to her fast gaze

store inside you
all around you
the heavy rain that falls

those who walk on you
creep besides you
examine inside your hart

we are separated
by stone thats fake
by something that has no faith

berried beneath me
are those of ages past
and I will outlast
all your enemies and all your friends
as I am stone
and who may never end

I am beneath
A great tree
and on me it is written

nothing that can makes sense to you
nothing that you understand
nothing that has a means or ends
nothing that speaks of wisdom

the only
that you
can see
are those of those
who came after me
perhaps they are
writing on my surface
I store forever
mysteries of knowledge
but only I know truth

and that is enough to make
you realize that you cannot contain
the power that comes from
the way of the stone

A stone
dreams forever
lost like a feather
fallen on the ground
marked on me from
ages past
and you dig me up
and find me

bring me to light
so that you can take a closer look
at what I have preserved
notice how its not at all
like anything else
you ever observed

natures call is natures beckon
the stone realizes that she
is not going to bring us reckon
she is the life
that makes it worth while
being a stone on a slippery isle

see a glance

a glacier comes across me
tears me a part
the wind erodes me
moss corrodes me
the monkeys use me as a tool
and even make more of me

if you think
that I am divine
you are sadly wrong
only a part
of a longer path
does a stones way know

my body is a mystery to all
and worth exploring
but as all have seen
and all may find that
I am only that thing
we can’t decide
the unknown knows and at last
you will discover that the way of the stone
is a part of everyones path

Will it

Will it pour down through it

 It’s also gone wrong

Inside the house and prong 

Is it difficult pain? Yes

Black slick pain that thins like oil

Rainbow death on the street 

Generally winter weather has begat the blight 

Hammers on my bone

I’m a little think

Assuming the article 

Defines the fashion of mattocks

Sods of lava mirth

Brazen just faced

Tempory effervescence of pink clouds

I eat only at dawn and dusk 

Simple little bits

Like cotton candy in colour but like iced blood in taste

I don’t love or hate it
They see me sometimes 

Faster and quick I’ll be

Bites of clouds they think

Nothing simple as the most beautiful things to see in the sky 
It’s my only food now

Since the storm clouds left in autumn

They taste like lemons and crime 

I love them, more than flying on the sky