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...

The Stalker- Part 2

It’s another day, another place
This time he finds himself
On the NYC Metro
He boarded from the Grand Central
Following a young blonde woman
A flower decorator in Manhattan
With East European earthy innocence
He thinks she is from erstwhile Yugoslavia
There’s something about her spirit
Restrained yet uninhibited, a curious mix
She took the line going east of Hudson
Harlem or New Haven, he wonders?
He sits opposite her, by design
Wearing a certain nonchalance
She crosses her legs and begins to read
Her water bottle drops
Telekinetics at work?
She bends to pick it up
And he peers through her cleavage
Her pristine world, nubile light
Brown and pink, beholder of mysteries
Chris Rea begins to resonate in his mind
“I wanna know what’s new
I wanna go with you”
She gets down at Harlem
And walks to her pad near the local church
Black kids play raucously on street hangers
Clothes dry on makeshift lines
There she goes…
A few steps’ elevation on the right, she knocks
On a thick white door with a murky glass window
It’s held ajar and some arguments later
A hairy fist hits her in the guts
She is flung down the stairs
He runs to comfort her
She straightens her skirt and smiles
Can I take you to The Blue Café, Ms.?, he asks
“I am in a bit of a rush, thank you”, she says
And melts into the Harlem dark

She is the one who knows
I am the one who doesn’t, he thinks

Creature of the Zone

22 September 2007