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...

too much too soon

a whirlwind of a bonding
tempestuous tentative meanderings
round round round
seeking answers answers answers
asking questions questions questions
where none exist
too much of caring
too much of connecting
too little of control
too much of indulgence
too much of highs
too little of no-thanks
too much of joy
too much of pain
too little of feeling
too much of cloud nine
too much of feather
too little of ground
too much of confusion
too much of illusion
too little of sifting
too much of lightness
too much of flying
too little of feet
too much of touch
too much of temptation
too little of thought
too much of giving
too much of taking
too little of giving
too much of morality
too much of mortification
too little of music
too much of skin
too much of sheath
too little of soul
too much of i
too much of you
too little of she

too much of i
too much of you
too little of she