Short Basilisk Poems
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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 today.
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 swallow you whole.
We know they exist
because warm breath
leave marks on wine glasses.
In the basilisk black
or bright glare
we stare behind our eyes
seeing them
drift into life once more.
As mind turns to glimpse itself
the ‘never born’
are there within the smoky periphery,
of a sight unseen.
Praying to the light
Trampling the night's basilisk
With its seven heads
Crushing serpent and lion
Trampling the legless dragon
Through the light stream that crowned her
This is a bussokusekika poem, a form of japanese poetry with the syllable count of 5-7-5-7-7-7
This is based on the spiritual account from the Pistis Sophia Chapter 66.
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 mighty spear had met its principal foe
And the brush met the canvas for Giordano
Eurynome's great joy,
the Graces of her womb,
whose names transcend the tomb
like Helen's, famed of Troy!
Ah! Graces all enjoy:
they fill earth's space and room,
abhorring away life's gloom,
before the fates destroy.
If mankind survives, spring
reflects the sun's hot disc,
a brilliant fire breathing,
a dragon basilisk;
which these three Graces, being
Eurynome's, might risk!?
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 below the remarkable sight of a lizard escaping a death of forsaken repose effervesce with a watery awe,
is an ingenuous talent as yours unremittingly earned?
Aug 28, '18