Remembrance View

This thing kept spinning a soft yarn in my mind, like a butter burn etching its tune into my brain. Thought I would shre the damned thing and see if it infects others.

Gizzzard Yaga

Frog Morton
frog Morton
lead the boys to their dune,
witches on stars
those goombas on ink
frog healer dance to your tune.

Ferret heart
ferret heart
straight until ya bend,
leather giblets
from grilled moles
carnivorous sonnets to the end...

© Steven Francis poems 2013

To Abraham

To rest hungry eyes
on such a face of interest,
a pleasure,
my poison, man of craggy countenance.
Oh face! Like a map of ribald scars
each leading to sonnet danger tales,
idle creases in collusion with fear shy bones;
Lincoln of the People
a triumph in a land of ages.

Bow thy solemn head
and shake those bats in hoods
under a heavy brow.
A structure future perfect
maddening the timeless printworks.
Magik ending in a K
as your bottom lip nods apologetically
to your castle of A,
Merica
Braham,
silent letters missing
off to fill the liberty spirits...

©Steven Francis poems 2013