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...
 

Keep trying, Sister

Needles prick
The stream of sub-conscious
And attempt to open
The knots that clog
The flow of fresh thought
The bogeyman comfortable inside
His dark dungeon
Clears his throat and bursts
Into a sardonic laughter
Her anxiety has fed his arrogance
Now it needs to be pricked
Session by session
Twenty sessions, to begin with
Let me give it a try, she says
Her silent cries
Muffled in her unkempt pillow
Her daughter is learning
To grow up on her own
And her husband’s busy
Building another factory
Keep trying, Sister
Keep fighting
I hear your desperate cries
I cry for you
I am fighting another war
Of my making, another relentless
War of nerves

Keep trying, Sister

3 October 2006