Felt quiet real quick
like a honeybee on cola,
good once again
testament to happy endings.
Saint to pissed off victims -
gatherer of,
mother of,
fiends and woe
I am my only destiny...
@Steven Francis poems 1998
Saturday 30 January 2010
Wednesday 27 January 2010
Red Light (Hunger.Crash)
Everyone's a celebrity
just so you know,
from dragons on the news
to kids snorting blow.
Its 'Me versus Me'
in publicity matches,
fighting for fame
and the fire it catches.
No talent no matter
its a free for all,
applaud celebrities
while artists fall.
Media crash
at the pouting tv,
gossip columns
for the girl in row Z.
Mug shots on tee shirts
killers to kings,
these just two
of fame's favourite things.
Look at you
on the tabloid grey,
you weren't God last week
or God today...
@Steven Francis poems 2006
just so you know,
from dragons on the news
to kids snorting blow.
Its 'Me versus Me'
in publicity matches,
fighting for fame
and the fire it catches.
No talent no matter
its a free for all,
applaud celebrities
while artists fall.
Media crash
at the pouting tv,
gossip columns
for the girl in row Z.
Mug shots on tee shirts
killers to kings,
these just two
of fame's favourite things.
Look at you
on the tabloid grey,
you weren't God last week
or God today...
@Steven Francis poems 2006
Friday 15 January 2010
Endless Machine
Spank my funk
there's footsteps in the fog.
Tonight
someone will rip my shroud
and sex the fury.
There's footsteps in the fog.
Creepy crawly
down you fall-y
there's breath on skin,
flesh like lead.
This night
a ghoul will tempt the ghost,
stripped of jackdaw colour.
There benightmares in the fog.
Stick you
with my iron cross,
this evening
hellfire will come home.
Torches dance like electric eels
there's murder in the fog.
You pose like a chaos angel
pumping up my veins,
but tonight
evil is on your back
Darkness changes in the light,
I see red on black
as you disappear.
Fear the monster of a naked heart...
@Steven Francis Poems 2000
there's footsteps in the fog.
Tonight
someone will rip my shroud
and sex the fury.
There's footsteps in the fog.
Creepy crawly
down you fall-y
there's breath on skin,
flesh like lead.
This night
a ghoul will tempt the ghost,
stripped of jackdaw colour.
There benightmares in the fog.
Stick you
with my iron cross,
this evening
hellfire will come home.
Torches dance like electric eels
there's murder in the fog.
You pose like a chaos angel
pumping up my veins,
but tonight
evil is on your back
Darkness changes in the light,
I see red on black
as you disappear.
Fear the monster of a naked heart...
@Steven Francis Poems 2000
Death Trilogy
Intro to Suicide
Bombs rock the night
bruises haunt cemeteries,
but nothing is loud
like a ghost that wails
when the living
scream suicide...
' DEFF '
The End
of audiences and kings,
I weep
at your grainy funeral
heart heavy as a doorstop,
shouting to the Great Whoever
'This is wrong!'
Pinched
but you had to leave
and so you went,
went you did.
Gone now
like you had not been,
left me here
to rust and perish
like cold wild iron...
' ShinyBlindEye'
I'm bored,
this generation
has me beat.
A murder of crows
haunt the pub,
bats and wolves
ravage the blue sky.
The paper party
of silicone heroes
and vulgar poses
has me looking donward,
has me beat...
@Steven Francis Poetry 1998
Bombs rock the night
bruises haunt cemeteries,
but nothing is loud
like a ghost that wails
when the living
scream suicide...
' DEFF '
The End
of audiences and kings,
I weep
at your grainy funeral
heart heavy as a doorstop,
shouting to the Great Whoever
'This is wrong!'
Pinched
but you had to leave
and so you went,
went you did.
Gone now
like you had not been,
left me here
to rust and perish
like cold wild iron...
' ShinyBlindEye'
I'm bored,
this generation
has me beat.
A murder of crows
haunt the pub,
bats and wolves
ravage the blue sky.
The paper party
of silicone heroes
and vulgar poses
has me looking donward,
has me beat...
@Steven Francis Poetry 1998
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