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...

In Sin City on the night of a Coup

It’s Halloween time
Night after glitzy night
At the Walking Street
Roll your eyes babe
Adjust your push-up bra
Spill boobs and testosterone
Moisturise your shaven thighs
Hide those scars
Touch up the mascara
Drop the skirt
And wear a smile
Walk the street child
Hail the weak
Lead him by the hand
To the zone of ecstasy
Of a spluttering high
Bite the snake

Welcome to the hypermart
Of tender flesh
Carrefour for dollops of T&A
Take your pick: juicy thighs
Or a tight piece of ass
Or would you rather have
A succulent breast, Sir?
It’s brisk business
Utopia for predators
Middle-aged Euro tourists
Bedraggled and big-bellied
Guzzling beer pet gals
In black lacy thongs
And faraway smiles
Girl there you go
Tonight many a Cinderella
Would get her prince charming
And a golden whiplash
Tomorrow’s another day
In paradise

Go-Go dancer
Will you dance for me?
Strut your booty
And tease my manhood?
I maybe a fuckin’ plumber
But you are my prized doll
So dance for me babe
Hold my hand
Lead me raise me
To the zone of ecstasy
Of a spluttering high
Spit the snake

Go-Go raconteurs’ delight
Mascot of raunchy Pattaya tales
Innocence gone awry
In the land of smiles
Green of the moolah
Leaving stains on satin skins
On dimpled-cheek bottoms
Or sagging breasts
Adorned with trinkets
Or a silver amulet
Show me the money honey
The Land of Buddha
Now The Land of Buddha Making Out
With a teenage girl in a bar
Beer heaven
Burlesque and surreal
Yet very real

And amidst this revelry
Rages a coup in Bangkok
Shinawatra is ousted
Tanks patrol the roads
I come back to my resort
And discover all six Thai channels
Fronting a nondescript official
Jabberwocky and serious
CNN shows this legend
(White on a dark orange background):
“We apologise for the interruption.
Normal services will resume as soon as possible.”

Meanwhile, normal services are on a roll
In Sin City, coup is cool
Welcome to the hypermart
Of tender flesh
Hey is that a cobra
slithering inside a vagina?
What’s she doing
With that shiny pole?
Another beer please
Thighs continue to rub
The genie’s out of the bottle
Nightsky full of girls
Plying an ancient trade
Rock baby rock
Rock and roll in the hay
Or in the back seat
Of my Volkswagen
Or in my cheap hotel
Bring on the lights

Bring on the lights

Pattaya 19 September 2006, Delhi 24 September 2006