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...		The survival poem Drip drop drip Water runs out of the tap Loony out there Short of delusions Withdraws into his shell Heaven scent flowers in the garden Grow shorn of the fragrance Street dogs lie dazed Without a clue or care Tick tock tick Clock chimes at the appointed hour Train refuses to arrive Lovers wait in vain and in lust I long to light The fire, I miss the call Of a stranger in the heat of the night The Buddha in the backyard Sports a quizzical look Why must I write a poem to survive? 26 August 2008   Poetry Home