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...

fury: a poem for america

a dollmaker in london
holds a carving knife
over the heads of his sleeping
wife and three year old son
then flies to america
to 'erase' himself
'eat me america, he prays
give me peace'

a stalker in panama hat
blurs the life out
of young blonde women in nyc
with a lump of concrete

zealots hijack commercial jetliners
in boston and blow up
the twin towers of lower manhattan's
prosperity and america's esteem
another plane raps
a gaping hole
in pentagon's defenses
one is blown to bits
in pennsylvania greens

smoke billows
sooted mountainhigh cotton balls
office paper strewn

all over silent streets
darkened dead leaves
in premature autumn
ash inches deep coats
the earth and envelops the sky
in a nuclear winter haze
people jump to their destiny
from the fortieth floor
under the smoldering debris
lie buried burly nypd men
intrepid firefighters, highflying executives,
efficient secretaries
and humanity