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...
 

dance of the soul muggers

“To be successful, you need friends.
To be very successful, you need enemies.”

from The Other Side of Midnight

glint in their slit eyes
grudge spite envy
reeking out of their skin
smiles freshly painted
on their passive faces
righteous posturing however
betrays their intent
little brown men
driven by insecurities
gun for a scalp
they hate guts
because the fire inside a belly
reminds them of lost horizons
polishing the guillotine
ready for the kill
they dance a collective jig
orgy of the weak
shout a croaky cry
a primitive tribal ritual
burning cosy fires
in the dark corners
of their sooty souls
this time the catch is big…

the jungle is abuzz
with the shadowy call
of the pretenders
it’s gut splitting time folks
ringside tickets sold in advance
performance rehearsed
hush baby hush
it’s time to slay
cheerleaders line up
flashing pompoms
the show is about to begin…

the promised spectacle
didn’t happen
a grandstand play no more
little brown men
driven by insecurities
in their frenzied hysteria
the refuge of the effete
confused the hunt
with the reward
despite its many frailties
and egg-shell envelope
the world is held
together by truth
and justice has a gnawing
habit of sneaking in
when you least expect her
so the dance of the soulless
marauders ends
in vacuous self-gratification

(20 June 2004)