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...


ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture
he had sketched
for his and his own
his brush
his paint
and his fire mural
of sun into oblivion
a barren landscape

he opened his parched eyes
to straws of hope
in mid-air
gasping he stretches
and withdraws
into his self

what shall he do now
alone and shorn of
he treads out
in cold wintry night
looks at the palette
in dim sepulchral light
and begins to repaint
with fervour
and fresh sepia colours

glory to love
and faith