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...		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 Poetry Home