seldom harmony exists between the two.
Dare slip the darkness inbetween them
and manservants will shoo away morning lights and dews
into comas where vomit skirted angels hang
in Bill Sykes shadows.,
Damn illusions of petty paper joys
forget the sons of mischief who decieve.
Its all,
all a stinking bone idle lie
that only grave hearted airheads would beLIEve...
©Steven Francis poems 2012
©Steven Francis 2012
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