the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
i am an unmarried mother
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...


last night in the chat room
i met a lady kindashyf_33
sent her a pm
she said ‘if you are male
don’t bother’
i said are you a lesbian
she said ‘i swing both ways
men have no imagination
all they want is slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am
i want to be romanced
shown the stars
sweet-talked into submission
these days a vibrator
is more interactive
than most men’

unreal place universal truth
it has left me
with a sobering thought
if men of the world don’t
change their brazen ways
women of the night
may change their loyalties
and then we will have nobody
to play
our power games with

( 13 April 2003 )