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...
 

the battle continues…

long dark tunnel
with rough stony edges
water seeping from roof
rugged mountainous brook
steep and intimidating
wild rats menacing
marauders of faith
mercenaries on prowl
for territorial gains
elements against you
and the world merrily
trundles without a clue

what does a man do
when he is pushed
to the brink?
he fights back
and wages a war
and when the enemy
is within?
he needs to bolster
his barricades
fortify the ramparts
loosen his nerves
sharpen the word-knife
and be doubly strong
but he’s gotta win
there’s no other choice

the battle continues…

(17 October 2004)

ps: will keep you posted
with dispatches
from the war zone