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 in the taste of sweat?
i don't know
it's the salt of the mother earth
that completes the cycle of a life form
so sweat dew blood tears semen
are all products of a lifecycle
while only amrit breaks through
the series and delivers nirvana

pray where does elixir come from?
feeling philosophical are we?
it comes from friction...
remember the samudra manthan
it all boils down to friction
and sex is the passion
super dome for agitation
don’t you think inspiration
is at the bottom of everything
from the physical to the metaphysical
especially sex?
desire is at the bottom of sex
how do you act upon desire?
you siege the moment
and make it last for an eternity
you make love to body with mind
and in the process get inspired
so you agree?
we disagree to agree
tame end
to passionate beginnings

the greatest of upheavals
doesn’t have its roots
in amazonian pubic fields
but in mind zones
and from there springs
the fresh water stream of love
which life is all about
so sex love and life are a part
of that inexorable trinity
that winds and unwinds itself
in a forward spiral
a classical fugue

ah the threesome
tireless dialectics
at work again

(13 January 2004)