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...


streets without names
faceless houses
thoughts unruly parked
like sardines in a tin can
jostling for space
and defiance
intemperate weather
high strung nerves
muddy roads
converging on one place
high decibel music
come on have a blast
gimme one gimme two gimme three
i can have them all
fair maidens on the house

as i think i am tired
thoughts don’t swell anymore
they lie deep down
in murky recesses
and from there play
their merry games (sfx: laughter)
such sadism
your alter ego
is the one that’s taking you
down down down
there is a dark side to every moon

sirens bleat
it’s time to go
the worker comes home
belts his wife
abuses his child
he had a bad day at work
the show must continue
retribution as safety valve

and at the house
on the rutty street
with a long driveway
and a garden on the side
the party goes on
till the wee hours
of the decrepit morn

(August 22 2004)