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...

cybersex cantos

canto 1

dull grainy images
slithering slurping twisting
in surreal consummations
of kitschy nocturnal overtures

there's an element of truth
in these maddening misadventures
these carnal cameo compositions
he reasons while stoking the flames
of his unspent passion slouched
on an armless forlorn study chair

a woman 38d in sepulchral light
enacts the ritual of a tease
lowering black lacy straps
of a flimsy brand less lingerie
semi-comatose mock-seductively
frame by relentless frame
but hey in a warholesque turn
of events what's she doing
adrenalin pumped far eyed
with a beer bottle
as an internal probe

a maudlin way to extract her
fifteen minutes of fame
does that matter he wonders
in a space where time and eternity are one
where thisworld and otherworld merge
in a rootless starless sky

he rubs off sleep perfunctorily
from his tired expectant eyes
and begins to think
half seriously half self-indulgently
how the amazonian snake of perversion
in the rainforest of nether life
greedily swallows and then spits out
the hairless sausage