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...

her mother’s daughter and his father’s son

she now looks very muck like her mother
same old twitching of lips uneasy
shuffling of feet blue veins hardened
a lifetime of love hostility
can take its toll
extreme self absorption after all
is a natural instinct to self preserve
her world is constricting closing
a reductionist haven
shutting out sounds of sharing
tearing at the shreds of tenderness
forlorn and detached
all she does these days is to stay
put in cubby holes of stained memories
the twirling doll on her dresser
doesn’t swirl anymore
and while she’s busy recreating her mother
he is turning into his father
may his soul r.i.p
hyperventilation melodrama
instant hysterics soda bottle temper
filth in loud cracking voice
good intention is no excuse for soul crushing
seven year itch the second time over

it has taken them just fourteen years
to turn into clones of their parents.

( 29 September 2002 )