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...

everybody says i'm fine

adventures of a hip mumbai hairstylist
or would you call xen lithe affable almost lovable
and with a closely cropped chic cut
a david lynchian barbie doll barber
a clairvoyant an empathetic soothsayer
a psychic who when coifing your hair
reads your innermost thoughts your dark secrets
a pervert whose playground is the inner recess
of your mind your thoughts are no more your stained mirror
xen a derivative from the greek king alexander
conqueror of lands lives in a minimalist womb-like room
ensconced in a dirt laden facade of security
plays television on mute and sleeps burying his pate
in the pillow trying to stop thought intruders

niki is a cool lass who dances with lepers
to break free from her fetters
makes love to xen in a poetic frenzy
undulating highs and lows of her body
sketching new patterns body as art
did she make love with xen to prove
to herself that her body is inviolable
as day after relentless day her dad
the grave industrialist with a baritone
toys with her femininity
ravaging both her body and soul
dad's home little girl
he plans to take her to bahamas
for an incestuous family holiday
what a wonderful life

and when finally xen after toasting to niki's dad
with vintage scotch rams his head
into the great oblivion of slumber
she is at once brutalised at once released
together they break into a symphony
an animalistic cry of freedom
sunshine pierces through xen's dark clouds
it's a bright new day
and he simply can't hear astral voices
hopefully his parents won't burn every night

everybody says i'm fine
but everybody has a ghost
that needs to be exorcised.

( 21 July 2002 )