This (For) Jellyfish

Like an invisible brain
floating in a murky ether,
this meshy monster
fingers the void with oily vines,
buzzing in salty crevices
that were not meant for man.

Jellyfish, more aloof than lobsters
and blind to sharks,
groping the flora of death black abysses
to unleash unparalelled stings
which show scorpions how its done.

Bitter list of many faces
while sullen arches fall.
The beggars knees
kings jewel,
Gods navel
gypsy strings
and will of Icarus,
all owe debt to the fatty grace of the headless fish...

@ Steven Francis poems 2012

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On Trails of Memoria

God, don't give me a 4a.m.
like yesterdays again;
let me slip the aching gallows
allow me sleep through sombre shadows,
as the ghosts that pinch my bones
find saner beds to sour.

No need for empty grates
to burn with morning hate,
filthy sandman home again
with mortal bells on each a.m.
Future flower, flower bruised
gallant dawn be gold...

@ Steven Francis poems 2012

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