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...

making love with a poem

i want to write a poem
to run away
you rustle under the sheets
and toss in slow motion
full of desire
pain and desire
which should i befriend beloved
poetry is an escape
of a deluded mind
or passion
of thighs gone flabby
and organs limp what am i saying
is desire so undesirable
or am i consumed
by thoughts that spring
from the rib-cage
of my body i see the world hustle by
breasts and buttocks
merry-dancing enticing
now a visual metaphor
am i bereft of emotion
or persistent in carrying
a cross of my making
a cross that's there
and nowhere
time's a great healer
in due course it will help
me overcome
worms and snakes
infections and wrenched muscles
t-inversions of this world