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...

birds of prey

‘i want to make love to you
i want to kiss you’
says the vulture as he preys
on a feathery creature
flown miles to be
in the cardboard city
to chase her dreams
it happens all the time
the vulture philosophies
an overseas flight
can be killing ‘ah i need
a massage’
they come with stars
in their eyes and we chew
their flesh in orgiastic delight
first at sly later with bravado
that’s the way it goes
and then they are dumped
their wings broken
feathers dust-beaten
mere carcasses scattered
on a nowhere highway
a one-way ticket
to the paradise lost

welcome to the theatre
playing field of the shining
and the debauch
where birds of prey
in safari suits call the shots
puffing their cigars
snacking fresh meat
a leg here and a breast there
can i now have some vodka
with tonic please

(15 March 2005)