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...

I stare at a blank word document

I stare at a blank word document
There’s so much to say
But my eyes are weary, my head’s in a spiral
And my fingers are reluctant to type
Another night, another urge to purge
There’s a saltwater lake inside me
I can hear the gurgling of alphabets
It’s not placid waters
I live in a ferment of words
Silly little words
Tonight they are still
And only ache with me
Refusing to play my nightly
Silly little game:

Catharsis, Catharsis.

8 October 2006