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...
 

Paradise

‘why do men’s paradises have always something to do with sex?’ she asked
after reading Xanadu i was caught napping i have no clue about paradise and some clue about sex and the cocktail is not necessarily instructive instinctively i wanted to say the predictable thing ‘because their brain resides in their penis’ some would say speak for yourself but thought that would be a knee-jerk reaction although not entirely untrue and decided to turn to answers.com my favourite place on the web for hopefully a plausible answer to this query which has been dogging women for ages pardon me if i am being presumptuous

i discovered paradise is not really up there in the blue azure but a ubiquitous town
in the holy land of United States and like all things typical of the land of plenty not just one town but a surfeit of them there’s one in CA in UT in TX in PA in MT in MI and in KS take your pick ah so many paradises no wonder my spiritually inclined countrymen pray to flock there there’s even a Paradise Music & Entertainment Inc a company based in NYC the neon-lit fantasia ended the year with cipher revenue who needs greenbacks when you are in heaven
though i had always thought paradise would be big business silly me

and then of course there is the original paradise the bountiful beholder of charms
The Garden of Eden the ultimate folly of God where He intended Adam and Eve
to live in blissful innocence making eternal merry alas it was not to be the tree of knowledge of good and evil was alluring to a fault and as we all know Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit Genesis doesn’t say it was apple so why hang the sodden fruit could have been grape or fig they are juicier to bite into but who says life is fair sweetie and were driven out of the Garden refrain of melancholia with an operatic feel here the paradise was lost forever music again and since then knowledge has been a dangerous mate

also since then men for eves are more in touch with their inner selves have been hunting for paradise trying to find it in odd nooks and corners at late in the night or in early morn in crumpled soiled sheets or un-slept beds in loveless homes in the valley of sunflowers in the rustle of virgin mountain streams in the sparkle of dew on a nubile sun-kissed leaf in the guttural laughter of a newborn or in the mysterious chasm that lies in between the feminine thighs the misty grotto the creator of life sex is not the destination but a journey you may disagree it raises yet another question does nirvana lie in the salvation of the hormones
or in their wish fulfilment?

(19 April 2005)