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...
rebirth
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...
 

sprouting

as if my body has suddenly sprouted
more branches and leaves
the forlorn branch that faces east
and catches the sun's first rays
has a flower blossoming
resplendent in its poignant isolation

in the evening when philandering birds
come home to roost
i fold my branches inwards and recede
into wholesomeness of vacuity

what happens to the flower then

it surrenders to my manifold closing
only to re-emerge
when cuckoo comes calling





 
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