Showing posts with label desperate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label desperate. Show all posts

Sunday, 30 September 2012

Madam Abstract

You know who
you who the know and lie;
that wily throat
has a denser tongue
and betrays your fostered eyes.

And here ends forgery
of desperate, wounded cool;
pitter patter
back to crowds
a disarmed and tainted fool...

© Steven Francis poems 2012

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