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...
rebirth
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...
 

mago

soft sinuous lithe lissome bodies eight hundred and twenty five
wannabe artistes in the buff from college campuses
their skin taut lustrous unblemished virginal
paradise like pure in its pristine form
‘is the movie obscenity or art’
that’s a side question really
more than an art flick about environmental degradation
an allegorical poem that draws on the creation lore
to depict man's fall from grace the original sin
a take off from korea's mythical version of genesis
and its devolution into the muggy modern life
city slick full of dirt and grime
in the beginning life was innocent
bodies were pure thoughts were guileless
and then it all came tumbling down
creation is a dialectical process
movement through contradictions
sadly between purity and perversion
poetry and purple prose we lost a world
and created legion new worlds
and many ghettos.



(19 May 2002)