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...

cosmo query

she was reading
the cosmopolitan mag
with a trifle more
than usual engagement
with its tepid-salacious fare
i asked her what is it
she answered typically
decorously with a query
have we tried this pose?
she was showing me
the illustration of a couple
sitting-sprawling on a chair
in an entwined position
that must be some fun i thought
frenzied acrobatics on the seat
unlike power propelled ululations
of those robotic chairs
in love hotels of Shibuya
what do you think fucker?

(12 March 2005)