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 Poetry Home