Bonjour noel
as the demons did sing,
'cept nothing sings tonight (only howls)
and I am stranded in the bowels of caligula,
molesting a dirty grin on my lips.
Joy for a hooded bullet that is winking like Mephistopholes
begging me to peel its merry shell
and prick a 2012 calibre hole...
@Steven Francis poems 2011
Slip the noose of dying and madness for a time and share some observations with Welsh poet Steven Francis in this, his 5th collection of poetry.
