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...
 

last night he thought of her as a woman

a girl in the throes
of new stirrings
on the cusp of flowering
last night she suddenly
(he knew it was coming
for he had seen her
burst out of her skin)
metamorphosed
into a full-bodied woman
earlier she would disembody
and disappear into thin ice
like thought vapours
intense but evanescent lives
like bolts of high energy
traversing lonely paths
destroying and lighting
like speckles of ultraviolet dust
conjuring forbidden images
like pixels of digital art
complete in its singularity
raging for a union

last night however was different
her form took over the idea
of her being and weighed
her down
yet at another level
it was an elevation
that freedom bestows
disregarding moral
and corporal dilemmas
he tied her
with silken threads
of his fantasy
and entered her
world

a violence undone
a journey begun

last night he thought of her as a woman

(15 February 2004)