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...


on the idiot box these day
there’s a new craze
among sophomores a soap
about the life of students
in an ultra cool school
where teaching is banal
and lifestyle chic
in the subtext runs a story
of a chalk and cheese couple
rustic rural boy and rich urban gal
hopelessly falling in love
dialectics at work
imitating life
my 12 year old daughter
is addicted to the soap
but increasingly i find myself
drawn towards its syrupy stuff
and try to reach home
before 8 pm monday till thursday
guess what last evening
i downloaded its title track
which now rests
comfortably on my desktop
in the august company
of ms. hilton’s fake video
a mid-life crisis
or am i just a sucker for romance?

(13 March 2005)