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 elements

earth wind sky fire ocean
gold dust and ash
painted visage of being
of nothing
a saucerful of meanings
of derivative fulfilments
in vacuity
if the elements could
walk see hear and feel
would they be merciful
or go their separate ways
in the quest
for the cosmic node

if waterfall springs from the womb
of the elements
so does drought