Twenty Gore/7

Faceless man on the news
staying hard with gratuitous views.

Erotic chapters needling babes of old
wearing guillotine grins as stories fold,

again again, murder gospel sends
the gore chicks into razor trends.

Dames of Hollywood
house of kills,
voyeurs and ghosts
haunt the world for its ills...

©Steven Francis poems 2014

Evolution 2:17

Fear looks with wooden eyes
from city veins in barbed hell,
to murder on a swan horizon.

No love of God
or love for dogs ~

Wish they and followers
would slip into babel lacerations,
clutching crooked jackdaw hearts
and muted hernias.

Man is safe from ref throat halls,
tricks, learned so well...

©Steven Francis poems 2014

Dare of the Sultan's Beak

Do it in my sleep:
f**k and whip me
take my breath away,
kill me
grand murder.
Scare these solemn scars
and weave them into a morgue utopia,
a reflection vile,
another fine day for the dying switch
to trap my codeine epilogue
in savage gardens of heretic limbo.


Deathfanglorious!
But do it in the quiet night
when heartbeat is in its infancy.
Glass vain kidneys,
abuse the weakened flesh
and hold my loving, cruel heart
in skull hands.
A white ego
stoned in slumber cells,
these poor cadaverous leftovers
left for real this time.
Welcome an evil side,
prayer returned to sender
just sympathise...

© Steven Francis poems 2013



@ Steven Francis 2011