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...

down down down

howl howl howl
million mutinies
with no voice
but a whimper
crow crow crow
fly away crows
their chattering
at a distance
yet so near
cling cling cling
like a wrap film
stifling dark clouds
bearing no rain
but occasional light
blur blur blur
a ray of hope
in a phantom world
the real masked
in make-believe
the lines are a smudge

down down down
it’s a frightening town
the citizens are all
at a pub watching
football playing darts
reading dog-eared books
devouring the Sun
another draught please
the waitress with colourful beads
mauve and pink and orange
and green in her hair
juggles her hips
poetry in slo-mo
trance is in
and the ghosts
are having a royal council
in the town hall
planning mergers
and acquisitions

down down down
it’s a frightening town

(August 22 2004)