Dinosaur Nebraska

Thought id catch this green alley
to drink and suffocate
while gangs of Hebrew jaws
hang out under a ketchup firmament.
Let the cats out
to brew a few,
as I lose it all
from marrow to pigment.
Flesh crimes are firm favourite,
today, tomorrow, today again.

Harvest the bulb fish and bruise queens
before gallows lose a braided grip.
Gather teens in digital pods
to skin frosted, leukemia tans alive
and wear their fashion down to worms.
Cocaine and ham,
sour bag favourites of amphibian tribes
in sulphur caves where serrated edges
cradle hangovers at dawn.

And after each light fades
those candy garters slip during staircase romances;
arched spine
tails like commas,
rise momma to braille finger lust.
Watch show freaks grind
as merry weather stirs with fan-tailed erections...

©Steven Francis poems 2012