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 survival poem

Drip drop drip
Water runs out of the tap
Loony out there
Short of delusions
Withdraws into his shell
Heaven scent flowers in the garden
Grow shorn of the fragrance
Street dogs lie dazed
Without a clue or care
Tick tock tick
Clock chimes at the appointed hour
Train refuses to arrive
Lovers wait in vain and in lust

I long to light
The fire, I miss the call
Of a stranger in the heat of the night
The Buddha in the backyard
Sports a quizzical look

Why must I write a poem to survive?

26 August 2008