Thursday, September 18, 2014

Year of the Snake

It slithers in, wet and black in the night,
bringing its bombs, guns, knives, wide
eye of the lunatic fringe, encouraging

the fanatical, and that’s no joke, no
cute astrological nonsense, now, is it?
This morning rain is cold, spotting

the windows, as I sit and worry
about loved ones near and far.
In a good Snake Year, business

deals, money-making (beware
of loopholes), but a Water Snake
year is the Satanic abyss, the void

of deep space, a hungry wolf
howling in the Arctic expanse,
humming on a full moon nerve.

In the blue light of the television,
I am sending electronic messages
of support, carrying on with both

hope and dread.  When it stops raining
later today, I will go out and look at all
the flowers of this mad, gone world.

~ Lauren Tivey

*Note: Salvaged poem from my expansion drive crash. This was written last year, in 2013, which was the Year of the Snake. Currently, we are in the Year of the Horse.

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