The BaccyLand (Champion 2)

Scream for tabloid fronted acres
of cheap chicken dens and lager topped vistas;
the Baccy Land
fields of fingered glory(holes)
where Lady Text and her death row prince
lay low from life,
hidden in their television tans.

In spite of labour,
despite the worlds insistence
to spin tides of turning,
those Bacardi darlings
(slum lords to a quid)
are content to thrive in cellulite
and dole queue city yarns.



© Steven Francis poems 2013

Disillusioned Thoughts of a Vagabond

© Steven Francis 1991

I used to sketch a few images to accompany my poetry in the good old bad days. (Early 1990s.) Heres one little drawing I did to go with a forword I wrote to one of the poetry anthologies I appeared in. As you can see, I used to sign my stuff as 'Zombie', in an attempt to look as cool as 'Pushead', an artist who used to do artwork for bands like Metallica.