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...
 

on the way home

cold December winds howling
deadpan chill
it was past midnight
he was in his car
wipers fighting a losing battle
with fog sinking its teeth
into the raw bone
the visibility was near cipher
ground zero
the night of the id
of dark happenings…

like a supernatural diva
in horror-mystery films
-okay in this case more
mystery less horror-
she appeared out of nowhere
in the middle of the road
so in a way she was
grounded yet flighty
sporting unsullied white
translucent new age chic
with red stilettos
and waved at him to stop
she was alone
creature of the mystical night
he observed from his misty
horn rimmed glasses
she had peregrine features
pointed breasts conical
in an impassive
earthy-ethereal face
tight chiselled buttocks
thighs strung together
like taut piano notes
a celestial wanderer
set to explore
this-worldly wilderness
should he take her home
make her a cup of coffee
or maybe she would prefer
hot chocolate in milk
give her a satiny silky
deep purple lingerie
and make love
with her tensile body
an experience
of becoming one
with a woman from Venus
momentous questions arise
is she a virgin?
can she fake it?
how long can he prolong it?

she looked nubile
in her late teens
but could be older
who knows
these aliens
may have developed
an antidote
to yellowing of flesh
and greying of spirit
his skin is willing
his ego looking
for a sophomoric kick
all looks hunky dory
a perfect setting
for hormones to go
on an interstellar overdrive

it’s then that his alter ego
creeps on to him
gives him jitters
how can you do this
to an extraterrestrial
-we don’t know that for sure-
a space invader on a mission
for concord
a conclave of lost souls
or could it be self discovery
a yearning for her own private
space this side of the midnight
a situational angst
of her world
she may be more than willing
but it’s the will of the one
who doesn’t know
the rules of our game
and not up to speed
with our devious ways
the deceit does
double time here
the debate persists
one round to ego
another to alter ego…

meanwhile they continue
to drive without
a word between them
then suddenly the road
in front lights up
milky white light
fresh as a sunbeam
he notices deep in the sky
a gigantic spaceship
as big as a city
as sprawling as our unrequited
desires circulating perambulating
with a mind of its own
from there they direct
a beam of light
sharp as a scythe
a stairway to heaven
…and his mysterious nocturnal
companion gives him
one hard wistful look
and vanishes in thin air
he was home

(29 December 2003)