Coal Man (Relative of Death)

I am no fun
tick no mercy in your box of chances
as I leap around your shaggy frame
to shake it into putrid mulch.
When I am done (this no good fun)
no medicine or friend will recognise you,
or son or daughter find comfort in holding fathers hand
as it withers in a paper bed.
Disease tenants,
I love you to death...

@ Steven Francis poems 2012

Diana Dead

Satan grant the knock
Princess Diana's death,
the quiff
the quiff over sunglasses
swerved the wall into the car,
paparazzi smash!
Satan grants the knock
that kills Princess Diana,
Diana Princess
throne slippeth away,
the snow the blood
the blood the snow,
fingernails point
to lenses flash.
Diana dead
Satan knocks,
the car revolts
the walls revolt.
Diana dead...

@ Steven Francis poems 2012

Poet 666

Spit .com

Hate the world
that hateth me,
thy branded poison
and frigid ink
makes no mark
upon this worded throat...

@ Steven Francis poems 2012