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...
 

brutes in the bottle

there comes a time in life when one must learn to cork the creatures in the bottle
actually there are many brutes in my bottle all waiting to explode
of late their rumblings have acquired a discordant pitch
rather ungainly for somebody who’s getting on with the years
some sneak out others demand to be let out when i uncork to air the contents inside
assiduously over the years i have nurtured them tending to their whims
so they can’t whine i have been a fairly good handmaiden only complaining occasionally
but when they get too big for their boots it’s time to tell them who the master is
having cohabited with them for years it may be difficult to snuff the hell out of them
and they have their utility for one they help me continue with the delusion of creativity
stoking the ramblings of a hyperactive mind keeping the flame burning
sometimes a straggler sometimes a Renault on the Sepang track
too much heat and humidity and then it all boils down to grit and endurance
of course dexterity in dealing with treachery of the thought is a given
so while i must sleep with them let it be known that they no longer will be able to ride
at least it’s a realistic target their scotch on the rocks will now come at a price
they can have their merry fairs their bohemian festivities their corrosive concerts
the annual Sundance but they better not try to marry the bride
because beyond a point the bride will do a Kill Bill
and that won’t be good for the business
so lemme lay down the rules of the game
it’s time to play afresh

(26 March 2005)