Until I have that epiphany
to be clean shaven again,
Im going to keep this beard
a wire breastplate on my chin.
Im going to stay fungus faced
with cleam sheets on either side,
until I get that bald epiphany
these lungs my braides shall hide...
@Steven Francis poems 2010
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.
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