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...

mariann, her sister and their lover

leopard girl mariann my friend in the big apple
revels in nascar dancing and hanging out
in cold neon lit bars where bare torsoed girls
wear a bored expression and fake smiles
trying to stir up aging loins and ageless egos
a wire company worker she beats
copper into wiry frames for a living
tough ask in a man's world you would say
she is a big gal 48dd you know
lived-in with a man twenty-two years her senior
who abused her young growing body
(she was only fifteen and had stars in her eyes)
and riled her soul
for not one but fifteen interminable years
things weren't so bad she would say

but life turned turtle when she discovered her own sister
three years elder and not as pretty as her
that's not saying much she says
had been sleeping with her man for the last six years
typical man wanted to have best of both the worlds
she had a kid by him too and is carrying another one
how can you do this to your sister
but i guess in the fast lanes of viva america
of plastered faces and puffed up emotions
beyond glitzy sanitised exteriors and green treasure chests
alienation is a way of life
and loneliness can be a terrifying experience
big gal mariann assumes an agile leopard-like avatar
in starless alleys of equalising cyberspace
trying to change her spots
denying the sad reality of her being
a runaway kid for too long
she has her compensation though
in a precocious 10 year old daughter called krystal
life is good at this kind of balancing

mariann hopes one day she would meet the love of her life
a real man doesn't hit a woman
her throaty laughter hiding the pain
behind her dark brown rimmed glasses
a mirror to her life.

(10 April 2002)