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...


he asked her
why did she sound so low
and she laughed
‘existential angst’ she said

nineteen years old
with deep feelings
of empathy and rage
for the world
not your typical teenager
but one who walks
the earth naked
soaking in all
its glory and grime

red toe nails
and red drops
oozing out of slit wrists
an idealistic worldview
‘the idealism that inspires
a carefree free free world’

it’s either this or that
no shades
of grey in between
her poetry
is her protest
at once dark
and enervating
at once uplifting
helps her to stay
a step behind the edge
her writing
is her see-saw
of pain and healing
her sculpture
is a cry for freedom
‘freedom we dream of’

with her scrapbook
her Morrison and Cobain
her café red bricks
her innocence
and brooding intensity

aurora of the future

( 26 September 2003 )