Fran The Mannequin

The make up
has washed down his face
along with the pony-tail
which slithers on his back.
Frog prince dances
in the middle of the road
so that everyone knows
he lives.

Vodka and orange
church of MTV,
tramp with a ego
and nicotine patches.
Dirty fish in shallow waters
eyeing up the barbies.

Cheap shoes
on his villain feet
this is no life for him,
one of the beautiful urchins
in the waters sheen.
Brush off the cocaine
young Fran of Pepsi Street,
cook the fat boy
in flashy binges.

Gel on toast
bleach and coffee,
modern man
in Forbes magazine.
Dirty fish in shallow waters
chatting up the barbies.

An ogre in the city
with mother's boyish grin,
guide the rat race
under the table
where the piston screws
in nine to five.
A loner
loving life in a
goldfish bowl.

King of video
disco poet,
teenage racer
crazy hero.
Dirty fish in yellow waters
checking out the barbies...

@Steven Francis poems 1998