Despair

James O'Barr

Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long.
Coiled, one thousand miles deep.
Eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy.
Hard and blue, but soft as kittens feet.
Out of sight or in the element of light.
It could be a devil, it could be an angel.
With spiders inside a vision from hell.
Its spine is vertical scream.
Slow is concrete, blurred as a dream.
It spins round and down on an axis of atrocity.
Fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity,
its soul - a twisted wreckage of despair and pain
and the spiders inside are just praying for rain.
Killing time killing time and praying for rain.
One thousand miles deep.