Of Slop and Herds

Wretched gritty scab!
A Red mite burrowing into its decided crowd,
annoying hosts with chicken belches
of cordless mutter and idle observations.
Foul to me ~
thou copper swilled swine!

Orange tanned wart-pig
snouting into the parcels of society
that tickle the nancy heartsrings.
Abandon truth in favour of masked charade,
trading iron streaks for sack hearted minstrels
to blend like pinheads into mud.
A pious mass of freckles ~
wilting in the refuge of crooked affinity,
die slow young mutton.

And here endeth that tragedy;
a story of an empty fist
shattering like tears over mourning grounds.
No more a spirit in the space of prison bars
but a doughy slab encased in brick
and poured into a bitter dung.
Parody with callous edges,
a silly little satan...

@Steven Francis poems 2010

Coffin.End

Here lies a dragon
cold like milk fish underground,
lifeless for fables.

@Steven Francis 2010

Pout Crooked

A rich, rock skank
on a rolling Bethlehem.
Never in trouble
but trouble follows you,
another new addition to the human zoo.

Bucket faced cadaver
stitched like thrift store leather.
Reality without reality
mask insecurity with lights,
cheap millionaire on a miserable inner flight...

@Steven Francis poems 2010

Lunarscape

It all draws in on itself ~
everything, all must shrug off starry dust
to grow.
Break our cactus cages and venture
to where no horizon lacerates the view;
a place where solid lines are ignored
because of vulgar limits.

The glass edge ~
a momentary lapse into structure,
binding souls to brick without pause,
forging earth to sober nerve.
Grab the eagles tail
to soar above the sickly hell
and reach a liver'd mantle.

Pray tell the holy stars
and religious serenades
that ghosts strike and devils lose;
the burning of hymns is a
phantom ceremony of nightmare.
Walls, bridges, acres and territories
mindless limits to pit and flame ~
insect chants
from atomic guts...

@Steven Francis poems 2010