Alcohol has the ability
to make love
or make love blind
and make you swear on it,
fire droplets, how you swear!
Its f**king Friday!
A time for halloween and puke
and not forgetting Love,
bloodied tics skipping from bed to bed
oh the ability to love!
That barbed vein
like smashed halos on the threshold
of desired things.
Upstate and up in a state
upward into greasy bottles,
the milk which runneth in lusty earnest...
@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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