Snakes and Me

The sunset lines the clouds with the light of many nations. I lie in the savannah with the lion who would be king. He, as usual, is high on LSD and doesn't want to run and play with me. Instead he eats me in his mind. He is soft in a way, but his scene is incomplete, thus rage at me. The grass dusts the air and spontaneously produces a burst of pollen. I am tired so I walk away to sleep. In my dreams there is a downpour and the planets begin to glow in the sky. My third eye shoots poison darts of Yanomamo nation. A python blankets my body and pulls me to the Rainforest and the water drips from my fingertips. The snake is a collar around my neck. It constricts and I just manifest a knife and cut him in half with swift elegance. The heat of my throat is no longer a secret to me. The snake dies in ecstasy. The lion tunnels through and produces lion fur boots on my feet. I wake up quick, and scream, "You are all sick." He is there over me. Eden will never be because all you see as rapture is pain in me. Harm by all nations. I see reality, you live in imagery. It is delusional that you think I ever wanted you to touch me. It is slavery. I will be me. Stay away. You are all Rainforest gay today. Enjoy the throat crushing snake of all nations.