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...

Bitter Apple

She was on all fours
In the buff
Her dimpled skin pink
With his trans-Atlantic stare
In her early forties
She is pretty
In an unconventional way
A very propah Englishwoman
In New York

I love doing this
For you she said
But it’s better
Kept away from Peter
He can get
Unreasonable at times
He felt gratified
And smiled
A strange faraway smile

Promise when you
Visit Manhattan next
We shall spend an evening
At the Broadway she said
Sounds good he said

A trifle uncomfortable

30 August 2006