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...


ghosts gargoyles dragonflies
shibboleths and half-truths
i battle these my waking hours
and seek refuge in the compassion
of dark

fears irrational ghouls
my mind a cauldron
of psychosomatic uprisings
i want to cut the veins
of my fears and bleed
my anxiety to death
i live in delusions of a hyperactive
mind and obsession-soaked heart
i read to fight
i write to protest

am i on the borderline

in a way, termites are like
nesting pigeons
these days they feel at home
in the rusty wooden shelves
of my mind
corrode at will
make merry
and have their frenzied festivals