Hate the world
that hateth me,
thy branded poison
and frigid ink
makes no mark
upon this worded throat...
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
'The Heron Ponds' is the 7th collection of poetry and short stories from Welsh poet, writer and blogger Steven Francis. Enjoy!
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Saturday, 5 May 2012
Jack Scabbard
F**k that rat arsed punk.
The sheen of jellied spite from him
is scorched away by contempt for his peasant mind
and scarecrow'd eyeballs.
Hag of ages!
Super pauper of graffiti glass
flogged by razor pen and ill will,
get dead in silence cadaveronia!
The triumph of a mad Smirnoff prophet
on stars to high town...
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
The sheen of jellied spite from him
is scorched away by contempt for his peasant mind
and scarecrow'd eyeballs.
Hag of ages!
Super pauper of graffiti glass
flogged by razor pen and ill will,
get dead in silence cadaveronia!
The triumph of a mad Smirnoff prophet
on stars to high town...
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Crypt Of Lieberkuhn
Dig the rat men who sail with scissors and blood
a deeper grave than most.
Send them down to the crypt of Lieberkühn
to erase every foulest trace
and make their hateful lessons as mute as mud.
No monument for murder
should ever be,
so shovel and forget,
forget them in the crypt of Lieberkühn....
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
a deeper grave than most.
Send them down to the crypt of Lieberkühn
to erase every foulest trace
and make their hateful lessons as mute as mud.
No monument for murder
should ever be,
so shovel and forget,
forget them in the crypt of Lieberkühn....
@ Steven Francis poems 2012
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