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...

the buffalo in tank top

have you seen a buffalo wearing jazzy attire
rich copper frilly tank top with silver beads
and loose pajamas of the same hues merry dancing
her round earrings dangling going flap-flap
savour this awesome sight
which pardon the rhyme was a visual delight
a buffalo curdling in blissful oblivion
going on her daily chores making ends meet
chewing life in bits and pieces
queen of the bovine she made a regal picture
with her pageantry and her bonhomie
not from the wild west
not an american bison but a mammal
of the cattle family she was a water buffalo
call her indian buffalo bubalus bubalis
domesticated as a draft animal
reveling in swamps wallowing in mud
how stereotypical can you get
this one broke free from the herd
and took to the town
and there she was in office setting
good morning how are we today?

(15 May 2002)