Celebrity smoking
crunching, fiddling
and raging.
Those whiskey cats
are here to stay.
The frittering, fingering
boiling and stuttering
wind up sows,
here to stay
and f**k the armies of slug footed
press ganged kids.
We labour nothing
only to seek a life beyond the vain;
xanax songbirds
who terrorise ambition
and freeze before the sloth cameras.
Autographs and coked whirlwind biographies
become bibles to the unbibled,
botox winos seeking gold
before a soul....
©Steven Francis poems 2014
More poetry from Welsh poet/writer Steven Francis. Described by one reviewer as "the poet with a magic microscope into human emotion", Steven is a fascinating walk into a dawn where the sun reveals everything...
