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...
 

What the blacksmith told wasn’t really a lie

Staccato notes
In temple baritone
One two three four
Buckle my shoes
Sharpen the scythe
Order the world
On my windscreen
Hey gimme my ivory cufflinks
Getting late for work
Another day in Eden
What the blacksmith told
Wasn’t really a lie
The world is black
No poem can hide that
Take your pick
From pitch black
To a dark grey
Or if you’d like light black
Dotted black rippled black
For extra pleasure
Black is black
And there’s no room for mercy
Roll your tongue
Staccato notes
In temple baritone
One two three four
Buckle my shoes
Polish my belt
The blonde walking
In Central Park
After eight knows this
So does the famished child
In a third world hellhole
Or a battered wife
In a swish home anywhere
Or the newspapers’
Headlines every morn
It takes a Tess
A receptionist
At a lingerie store
In a Surrey village
To take my blues away
Momentarily

Will you shine the light
On my ghetto?

10 September 2006