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...

party pooper

pot a different kind of fun
no nothing sexual

as if sex was fun
that was the most reductionist
view of sex he had heard
just an average life-discovering
experience of a teenager in pursuit
of that elusive grasp over reality
a search for the nameless
a knowledge just this once
because life needs to be lived
and in living lies the learning
then pray why was he so saddened
when she told him the truth
she made a choice and was brave
enough to tell
she thought she made him
disillusioned about her and that
sooner or later had to happen
as if their relationship
is but a house of illusory cards
the jack’s gone home
and queen of spades calls no more
pack up your bags
the aces have worn the emperor’s
new clothes welcome jokers
in his mind it’s a larger issue
than defilement
maybe it’s caring
maybe it’s his inner compulsion
life is certainly more
than two wistful drags
of unrefined pot

(26 December 2003)