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...

sliver: the film

a skyscraper in everyday manhattan
a tom peeping into dull ordinary lives
'i work from home design computer programs'
a father abusing a teenage daughter
mother saying he is a good man
doing an honest day's job
a stud grappling with impotence
raging with murder
his conquests exposing his weakness
a soap opera with the reality edge
'show me those black panties
here it is…i win' in an upscale eatery
would you call it voyeurism
routine lovemaking belting
sitting on a pot reading news
brushing teeth staring deep into your tonsils
making faces into the mirror
slivers of broken lives
jagged nerves
the dalliance with technology
can be perverting
or eye-opening
playing god is addictive

as the siren stone says: 'get a life'.

(22 April 2002)