Synthetic oceans tug at my private world,

The glorious ripping tides from two pink moons.

To ameliorate is pink.

What swims beside my boat,

wheat colored, round toothed, bipedal –

that I cannot recognize as one of my own?

Beauty and Lust

Beauty has frost bite and is just

going to live that way.

The stench is aggressive.

I have been living whichever way is out of sight

from Age and Lust.

Beauty and I go way back

to a year I only remember as a pile of sugar to play in.

Skin scrubs keep Age away.


The truth is Beauty and Lust have never met,

though some think they are a couple.

Lust’s eyes are inverted in her face,

her longings contorted and her hearth