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...
 

Destiny’s child

today during my morning walk around the park
a bitch Rani, the Queen, with an injured left leg accosted me
pathos and hunger loomed large in her eyes
all she needed was tender loving care
i wanted to touch her, comfort her, heal her wounds
tell her that all will be well
i did nothing but cringe
my compulsions got the better of me
and i walked away with leaden feet
she sat down quietly on the pavement
and looked forlorn

back home Simba, the King, greeted me
with his familiar lick
i looked into the German shepherd’s eyes
and saw the same need
a little less exigent perhaps
picked him up and played with him
nuzzling his double coat
getting wet by his saliva

as i pen this poem in an air-conditioned study
Simba sits quietly on the Jaisalmer
away from the Persian carpet
he loves the cool ambience
while the neighbourhood bitch with a limp leg
a destiny’s child awaits
her dose of tender loving care
in an unfair world

9 September 2007