A SIP AT THE APPLE AND SNAKE
Drawn to that old tavern by the harbour
By the whimsy of its swinging sign
A round or two … and then
A well honed long-sword
Sweetened with honey
Slips into a tasty place
Without a tasteful name
Unsure whose deserts though
And lightless, we stroll a while
Down by the river’s cracked mouth
Where it lies, drained and heedless
As if long exhausted of truths
Bleeding its leavings and residues
Back into a dried up and deserted sea
Spirit Train Chronicles 
Brilliant! As in both clever and excellent. 😀 I agree with Leslee, this has many layers. I can see that this particular layer (the finale) we’re still (in part) waiting for.
It’s funny, but I was wondering the day before I read this what a multidimensional poem would look like. Not that I hadn’t seen them before, but this was right on cue.
Clearly synchronous. 🙂 And thanks for the kind words.
That would be an awesome name for a pub!
So who won? The knight or the serpent? I imagine if it was in California it would be something of an empty victory…
It’s in fact a reference to the myth of the Garden Of Eden and the banishment. And BTW “deserts” should be read as both “any place lacking in something” and also “the condition of being deserving of something, whether good or bad”.
Cf, http://humansarefree.com/2015/03/the-anunnaki-mankinds-enslavement-and.html