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...

two fat ladies
for soven

once upon a time in a faraway fatland
lived two young ladies round and rotund
when they walked the earth would tremble
their fleshy wobbly thighs ensured a rumble
in the sky people looked up longingly for rains
and little rats would scurry to their watering holes
muggy grins wiped out from their scraggly faces

hand in hand with their tank tummies
in front they would shop for bread and butter
and scare the hell out of oily shopkeepers
who dare not say no to their appetite for chewing gum
peculiarly when it came to shopping
they loved wearing frills and sported yellow micro minis
with their football bottoms exposed (a little peepshow of their own)
but if anyone teased or uttered a wisecrack
like a fool who was new in town
up would go the flaps of their minis and in unison
in amazing synchronicity would be unleashed sound and fury
of their collective farts ( a sound and light show of their own)
and a shell-shocked teaser would fly and land six feet away
with a thud and a few broken bones

such was the power of their gastric energy
once there was a cng strike in the city
the government actually deployed them
to fill in gas cylinders by the dozens (what a sight it made)
mountains of food vanished in hours
guttural noises filled the air like a rock band gone awry
but thanks to them, city schools were not closed for even a day
the government also thought of deploying them
on battlefronts to blast the enemy away
but those were the days of peace and bonhomie

with all their power and glory
the two young ladies were afraid of cockroaches
legend has it that when in the local fair
they sighted a roach and shrieked as if possessed
in the resultant commotion
a dozen people were crushed to pulp

would you then say they did’t have a sense of humour
no, sir, you are wrong
once in a party when the lithesome aerial dance trio
from the neighbouring country didn’t arrive in time
our ladies tanked up a couple of heavy duty tequila shots
and regaled the crowd with their grotesquely supple movements
touchingly dedicating their performance to sumo wrestlers
have you ever seen drunk bulldozers dance?
such was the power of their merry dance
the stage literally broke
and the crowd was in splits for weeks thereafter

anyway time now for me to close
i rise now in salute to those two fat ladies
do join me take off your hats and raise a toast
to their loving memory and to a pristine world
in which they lived like heroines

(8 April 2002)