Signs of the New Sun God

The dead snake skin came back to life and bit me.
It wasn’t a poisonous weapon. It was a form
of unique reconstructive surgery
created by my own mind
or someone else’s.

And as I began to let others in
they tried to lobotomize.
They said I was acting
like a hyper martyr
when all they wanted to do was control.

So I asphyxiated my own side of the story.
I bound the contracting snake
charmer into a coffin and nailed it
so all of the nails pointed up toward the shining sun
and created a new sun.

By Juliet Cook & j/j hastain

Biography:

Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and dark red explosions. She is drawn to poetry, abstract visual art, and other forms of expression. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. You can find out more at http://www.JulietCook.weebly.com.

j/j hastain is a collaborator, writer and maker of things. j/j performs ceremonial gore. Chasing and courting the animate and potentially enlivening decay that exists between seer and singer, j/j hopes to make the god/dess of stone moan and nod deeply through the waxing and waning seasons of the moon.