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...

we, the people

mere statuettes
of patience and suffering
the coffin with its living dead
the grim silence
of unseen unspoken spectators
unheard whispers condoned wails
years of autism
we the people
the comforting numbness of slumber
the system the perpetuation the apathy
the water shallow
the cracks unfilled
the few brave attempt to ford across
the stream
of human consciousness
and the river flows