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...
 

discovery

“my mind is frozen tonight
perhaps tomorrow it will open up
maybe you need to thaw it
to suck the world
suck and spit out
never to swallow”

your poetic soul will transcend
all that troubles you
the banalities of existence
the blood that rushes
the love that conceives
within each word whispered
within each conspiracy
unwound
like the gift we opened
within each thrust
unmade
strings that free
the hidden pain
into this whirlwind
the squirt of joy
of strange naked desire
the release of ache

you move well on me
but you unmake me
as i unwind like
the high-strung clock
squeaking in my unmaking
is your release
legs uncrossed
the opening of intention
devoid of consequence
ah the grotto of desire
the slum of soul
transient life that pursues
the momentary lapse of pain
do you want me to play
with your strings
unbutton you?

into this light we march
pluck each straw
and nibble upon nimble toes
let me eat you
devour you
so that i may become one
the voodoo of the soul
shall we sing and dance tonight
or just rumple the naked skies
the symphony of the devout
the tandava of the passionate
the tango of two lost souls
searching light in wilderness
we shall rage tonight

holding on to the dusky
trees of passion
as our hands float
into the sublime
dancing beneath
the milky stairwell
as we watch upon
each second each moment
when we withdraw
to simply engage
each thrust each friction
binding us together
in a fierce gridlock
strings tied again
hold on to this gift
may i play with your twine
unhook you

freedom is your essence
as we scale from constriction
to the heights of sweet loneliness
within each confine
we discover
each other

(2 December 2003)