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...

what’s his game

they were on the subject of cathartic tenderness
which uplifts and of refined mellow passion
that results when minds bond
when she suddenly said: you have definite
sexual undertones in most of your work…
and i have a propensity
to dig into the dark

and he began to wonder
is his game up

while he was collecting
his thoughts she added:
i think you've reached contentment
and yet exploring

the game’s over
even before it started he thought
she won

(21 December 2003)