a little bit of anaconda

the talking semiaquatic serpent
grinned,
at least i think i did

i have learned well to never look a basilisk in the eyes

or else turn to frozen warmth of stone

with a glaze of white clouds,
painted over my eyes
blind and unseeing.

i just feel it smiles at me
would it be so perilous?

i feel that i will regret not seeing this marvelous view

of the terrestrial eel with the mona lisa smile

no larger, much larger than a mona lisa smile
it stretches as a fault line
cracks branch off from the boldest line
along the dusty ravines of its skin

oh but, i can not see.

indeed.
i will endeavor to carefully look.

....




it is no longer there.
the anaconda in the room is gone
and i have missed my opportunity.
and it makes all the difference.

-Pamplemousse