and merry sleight hands of crowds
followed ink slicks
across white sands to fret boards
where the devil lurked in muse shrouds.
Pages glowed in times of Man,
the sorrow, greed and joy
spread like harpies wings.
Prolific nightrain of a senseless breed
they sing and nail tales of death,
glory beds on foggy shores.
Strum bang jango!
Hail words and candy chorus
schemed bands from nettles in their wisdom
their joy bound lifts the hook.
A truth in streams
breath in hardcore lullabies,
trance to anaesthetise sombre hooded heads...
© Steven Francis poems 2012
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