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...		that girl in yellow boots  what is it about yellow boots with long laces on limpid English feet that turn on many a man sun-kissed innocence a spirit detached from compulsions of body praxis to be devoured get me that dirty towel, please a taboo broken a child-woman slain a new day in paradise a maverick intense man’s ode to his muse she goes from one happy ending to another the lube always helps to survive in badlanes of a soulless city would you like a handshake,  mister? claustrophobic frames free untrammelled life mother earth taking the vile all in a day’s work a handwash post a creamy simple as that Kalki the goddess in yellow boots would you be my girl? 11 September 2011   Poetry Home