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...

used rubber

cold impersonal mute london
winter howling shrieking
a soulless cry
hair torn she rushes upstairs in a blaze
escaping a frenzied husband
a serial philanderer an anger fetishist
in pursuit with a pair of scissors
prurient connivers
thank God for small mercies
last time he had knifed her through the door

you don't know what it is to live in fear
to sleep without knowing if you would
wake up in a piece next morning
in melbourne the city of her childhood
she revisits this nightmare
on yearly family reunion

as her stepfather’s voyeuristic ghoul comes alive
beer breathed thrusting his salivating tongue
deep into her cajoling her to do the same
innocent pranks of the adult pervert
doesn’t it feel nice honey?
while her girlfriends play the night club circuit
teasing anchorless hunks who are game
hungry for adventure a little something
to carve out of tepid life
even if it’s nocturnal trysts
with cardboard creatures
wearing red lipsticks black tights and stilettos

on a visit to maudlin madrid
we see her belting the hell
out of chubby bottoms of baby faced men
lined doglike on all fours