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...

on a cold beautiful night…

i don't really know how…but thank you
for what?
you've been my inspiration
and my reason to go on
there were moments when i thought
i'd walk away from my writing
but you just mystically enveloped me
that doesn't make any sense…i know
why do i feel responsible for you?
i don't have an answer to that

what made you suddenly thank me?
a gush of emotion?
or a cup of hot chocolate?
thoughts that drift into this cold beautiful night…

thoughts that make you warm
that sit lightly on your breast
tickle you gently
make you feel touched
and send a shiver down your guts
at once chilling
at once enveloping
in the security of their warmth
thoughts such eclectic schizophrenic thoughts
that benumb and cuddle
at the same time
thoughts that drift into this cold beautiful night…

like a silence that slowly creeps over you
holds you in its spell
wordless yet powerful
thoughts my inner sanctum sanctorum
the double-edged sword of unsaid extremes
thoughts that bind
the pendulum of body and mind
the magic of ether the mystique of flesh
thoughts that espouse the soul
from where they transpire
thoughts that are keen to spill
but must be contained
thoughts that soothe like balm
and cut like a scythe
thoughts that drift into this cold beautiful night…

(1 December 2003)