A Gilded Python's Effect

Imagine
disrobing from the reed loaf of a basket, a gilded python
forked tongue flicking against his charmer 
 a tanned, lanky lad splayed across 
wine colored cushions 
the identical color of his turban.

Imagine
pluming from the depths of the charmer's pipe 
sound waves twist and turn in tune with 
each flit of the python's tongue, 
each coil of the python's body, 
each glint of the python's gold-flecked eyes. 

Imagine
snake and charmer, sequestered on seamless sand 
aside from a caravan, dune-trekking 
silhouettes dark against the black of cloudless night and the white 
block of moon. 

Imagine
atmosphere dark. 
No; light?
Veils of stardust
 hazy, humming orbs 
mold and mesh; unfathomable shapes! 
A gilded python? No.
The Thinker? No.
Ah - a banana 
split.

--high school exercise