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...
 

Jellyfish

A devoted mother posts on Internet
Her toddler aged four, ah bless him
Needs a poem to go with his fancy dress
She is dressing him up as a Jellyfish
Oh what a swell Jellyfish he would be

Jellyfish Jellyfish why are you bell-shaped
And what’s all that jelly doing in your belly?
Tell me how you sting with your tentacles
And pray why you sail like a Zombie?
You feed on small fish and zooplankton
And dance like a ballerina in slo-mo
Some say you don’t biologically qualify as Fish
Would you then prefer Jellies or Sea Jellies?
When you swim together in a group
You are called a Smack, oh that
Lip smacking delicious you are when sliced and marinated
Jellyfish bells a common appetizer in Chinese cuisine
When stung by a jellyfish, it’s no laughing matter, folks
So beware the wrath of a Box Jellyfish

Jellyfish Jellyfish why are you bell-shaped
And what’s all that jelly doing in your belly?


11 January 2007