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...

hey who’s that gal?

in the throes of life
and midlife crisis
politically erroneous
authority pretence wannabes
small talk be damned
consummate rebel
believer in life beyond life
is that the Buddha lounging there?
hello angels fairies and fire breathing dragons
with long silken tails bring on the lights
somebody please get me my accordion
let the play begin

forever pushing metaphysical limits
last night ma i had a conversation
with my ego she talked and i listened
then i talked and she listened
and then i made her a cuppa Darjeeling  
she prefers it well brewed
and without milk
and our chatter drifted deep
into the starless night

clamour and crowds
enflame her nerves
meet me at that book lined café
or would you prefer to walk
through deep wooded forests
in the mountains she asked
lives in two year spurts
actually she lives
to read write and travel
literary nomad
an investment banker
no time for tiara kohl maybe
with a soul of a travel journalist
a poet with a scythe
like words
probing inner recesses
thought thirties
was transformational
but boy she’s more confused

she’s some gal

( 15 August 2006 )