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...
 

living a somnolent haze

when you are not around
life becomes a faded facsimile
of a black and white
picture frayed at the edges
a lazy repose of still-lives
of poignant pauses
of yawning interludes
on the fringe
look at these cameos
from daily life
traffic becomes blur
people become shapes
television loses its sting
movies their tale
remix becomes banal
red becomes ochre
work becomes detachment
energy becomes placid waters
cocoon becomes shelter
scotch becomes ritual
food becomes bland
thought turns slayer
bubble becomes balloon
after dinner crunching
of nuts loses its romance
winter loses its steam
seasons lose their bite
only Soven Shalimar and poetry
ah poetry your shadow in verse
and your many presences in absence
goad me to carry on
when you are not around
life becomes a faded facsimile
of a black and white
picture frayed at the edges

( 29 November 2005 )