snakes – Cajun Mutt Press

THE SABER-TOOTHED TIGER

Two brethren of canine teeth,
Each about seven inches long
Whittled like a fencing sword,
Tricking to gag my eloquence.

The roof of my only pool room
Fluttered by the flurry of phobia,
Dragging my ass to cross swords,
Making the meat-eater’s teeth titter.

The rainmakers in my eyes pumped
The dark sea and another monster,
A sea serpent in the body of water
Came out vomiting fire on my head.

The Saber-toothed Tiger made a
Sound in stitches rolling down to
The aisle of my only pool room,
And I saw my breath gone away.

In the abyss of underworld, I found
Myself in a foundation garment,
Engineering a zaftig ziggurat, then
A white kaftan skied in and puffed the
Hose of breath repulsed to my body.

Ikechukwu Obiorah is the author of the novel The Black Python Empire, a Nigerian award-winning poet, and a novelist included in the Who is Who of Emerging Writers Book Worldwide 2020/2021, and his first novel The Black Python Empire included in The Book of Books by Sweetycat Press. His poems have been published in Poetica 2019 and Poetica 2020, by Clarendon House Publications, Spillwords Press, Ponders Series, Breaking Rules Publishing, Alpha One Linden Books by Clarendon House Publications, Better Than Starbucks, Cajun Mutt Press, Active Muse Journal, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, McMaster University Press (The Muse), Re:locations – Journal of the Asia-Pacific World, University of Toronto, PCC INSCAPE, 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal, Bradlaugh Fingers, Ero Gospel Magazine, and others. His debut book of poetry Darkness In Crocodileville is also available on Amazon.

Wanda (no. 110 of Women’s names sensual series)

I never depended on the
sexual kindness & comfort
from complete strangers.

I was raised on Dateline
& after hearing all about my girlfriends’ crazy shit,
the pepper spray was in my purse half-cocked,
ready to strike any madman
like a cobra.

But I have to stop
sleeping with you—
this will be the last time
we make any form of love
together—I was destroyed
by our last congress.

Since you left me,
I’ve been an empty shell,

& I know I have to move on,
& I will find someone else
I will let it slip in,
& when I feel comfortable
with myself, alone,
love might happen

like a surprise hatching
of tiny snakes,
stunning their prey
with good venom.

Damn boy,
you look tasty—
let me tread on
you lightly.

Carrie Magness Radna is an audiovisual cataloger at the New York Public Library, a choral singer and a poet who loves to travel. Her poems have previously appeared in The Oracular Tree, Mediterranean Poetry, Muddy River Poetry Review, Poetry Super Highway, Shot Glass Journal, Vita Brevis, Home Planet News, Cajun Mutt Press, Walt’s Corner, Polarity eMagazine, The Poetic Bond (VIII-X), Alien Buddha Press, Jerry Jazz Musician, Rye Whiskey Review and First Literary Review-East. Her poetry collections: Hurricanes never apologize (Luchador Press) was published in December 2019, and In the blue hour (Nirala Publications), was recently published in February 2021. Born in Norman, Oklahoma, she now lives with her husband in Manhattan, New York.
https://carriemagnessradna.com

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