Basilisk Poems

The Nightmare King 
Mighty autumn ruler
All powerful deity,
Travels on the wings of crows
Brings spooks and goblins out of hidey holes
Pulls basilisk out of swampy ponds
Gnashing his terrible teeth
Throwing knives in fearsome ways
Terrifying pumpkin fields
Dancing his Lewd and Eager dance
Lavishly spitting...Read More

I round a bend in the trail ...

And gasp, literally ...
The scene before me takes my breath away
And I stop, transfixed by the sheer breadth of the panorama
The shimmering span of Crater Lake ...

Clear, crystalline ...
Pure as the tears of...Read More

Running on top of water?
Sure, I can.
No, you cannot!
Watch me.
I’ll be Dwammed!
The green basilisk puts out her hand for the five dollars.
Which is just heavy enough to drown her.
The chimpanzee smiles as his five dollars rises to the top.
Third time...Read More

Die twice exclamation mark.
Torment signaled basilisk
farce. 

Die twice rolled, 
freezing my snake eyes!

What a Soul you have!
And all your body a slit in 
my perception,
a cut to deepen my ignorance
of what little I see of you.

Better I get a taste
than...Read More

Up from the fluff that pretends itself tough,
Yet another hiccup puffs from a stuffed stomach,
Cuckold by syrup huffed from a scruff buttock,
With a flutter of luck broken by a locked handcuff.

Hands tied two in the torn hooked links,
Locked by the...Read More

O, Basilisk keeping across the unsinkable surface of water,
desperately fleeing the terrible hunger of monstrously ravenous mouths,
supported by ripples of light,
as adrenaline, faith and delight appear to allow the impossible task of traversing the river of night, as the bluegills...Read More

1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands
showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands
for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent game
changing faces and smiles and treating them the same
so surrounded by females, happy but flurried
after...Read More

Why for oft' aflutter in fear, oh oftener of the fiery forge forelorn,
By which binds in bronze of a metallurge, wears the neck around ye sworn.

The anvil awaits the hammer whose smith has struck with arms embraced,
Round lo flames and...Read More

As Michael slay the dragon under God's command
Reni and Palumbo outstretched their hands
As that ancient serpent was finally cast away
Young Jacopo the dyer painted all the day
As the seraph vanquished the devil forever
Raphael began his draught board endeavor 
Finally the...Read More

For the lies that wait to catch up with our sins
Days past will no longer let us relive
Heartaches, sorrow, fear within.

For graves have become our homes
Banished have we come to know!
Death, misery, hiding have we

For we know not the turns...Read More

Denying the change,
Your lipstick clutched tightly,
But beware my dear those empty promises may leave you broken and deranged,
An erratic arousal from images of the high and mighty,
Worshiping an ivory tower existence complete with hollow halls and launch pad balconies,
Remain wary...Read More

Turning on the TV
Wonders how they do it
Why they need to flee
Is a matter you know your mother wit

When the world is calm
Somewhere out there needs your help
Who could hear them, and make becalm
Someone watched them like a wolf’s whelp

They...Read More

unknown five fingers flipping lives
power based dynamic undermines the dramatic
twist the totalitarian love like lashed fragments
bastard basilisk coiled coolly over calming masks

The hybrid eyes close on hatred
Unveil the universal welcoming smile
Happy's perfect when expecting a party
Happy's perfect when expecting a...Read More

The basilisk is looking my way
Time fragmented into memorial shards
Explosive regeneration hides pain
These flames won't cleanse my wounds

Dark strands of your hair cover me like a cat of nine tails
Each strike harder than the last but I can't look away
This...Read More

An abundance of passionate thoughts cloud my mind
Visioning my hands all over you, tonguing every crevice
Casting spells of love potion number nine

Your face is my poster board for perfection
So creative and refined
Am I high?
Falling over drunk, or plain stupefied

Administer a...Read More

The maiden's nipples 
swollen, her bosom
flush with excitement,
hailing her goddess as 
she slighted very 
eloquently, puissant.
The goodness they
shared was of sinful
reproach, a somber
obedience of lovers'
admiration.  
The dusk laden sky 
flickered with prose, 
the sorrows of
Belial's romance of lost
mysteries and...Read More