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 Poetry Home