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...
rebirth
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...
 

London Diary

twelve day visit
a feeling of exile
eternity and loss
amidst exhilaration
and consumption

Bukowski at Borders
low rise jeans on high streets
corns on small toes
ballerina at the South Bank
with mechanised wings
petting in the tube
gymnasts punching the air
while the music plays
Stella Artois at the river’s bank
friendly overtures at Young’s
in the background looms large
the St. Paul’s cathedral
darts and philosophy
at The Three Horseshoes
crusty pizza at the New Moon
a haven for beer guzzling suits
idle conversation at Strada
plush Italian café in the City
frothy Cappuccino at Nero
after a classic Pirandello at Wyndham’s
Old wives’ tales with fruity Australian wine
at The Old Bull and Bush
Dickens’ favourite public house
Cosmopolitan cocktail and Thai green curry
at The Warwick served by a French blonde
with lilac streaked hair and a lyrical accent
Dolls’ House at Windsor Castle
a Queen’s fantasy come true
are you looking for business?” at Southport
a street queen’s plea for work

breathing love alienation
loneliness and romance
London moves
at a frenetic pace

Virgin
take me home

( London 6 July 2003, New Delhi 13 July 2003 )