Over Solemn Walls

Got to name the perfect dead
when once they lay that indulgent head,
sin looks no good on silent frame
hang a halo on saintly names.

No more fault, no lies to tell
the bad it sinks into the well,
bones begone under graveyard stair
ignore the fire that got you there...

©Steven Francis poems 2013

Wake Now, Horizon

Come 100 years
swift on a minutes trail
where footprints lead to blind valleys,
time is simmering.
Wild nettle haven ,
a childhood deja-vu,
time all hallowed ground
already sunk when we were kings.

And time not so eternal
rises in our throats
as we twist busy necks for better views,
to choke those sanguine dreams
of hemlock lords and angels.

Man leaves without whisper
as mortal bones care not to scorch the shilling earth.
Into scented trenches fall,
reminding nought of favoured hymns
or food.
Our mark here fades
as tails leave for the cancer doors...

© Steven Francis poems 2013

Alko Instrukto

Behead those lion heads
who bathe on lotion sands
and twist the fire to replace yoga
with wretching.
Take away the skin plug
and water gags;
install grave
cover with masticated gauze
and proceed, pro seed!

Oily cheating wounds stunned by shame.
Lo behold the bruised flytraps
as heads roll and teeth chip,
a surge toward the liquid gallows.
these mourning arms need execrise in craving.

And when all the tales
lay spent like barking dames,
the autumn bandsaws shreik quiet
at the oblivion of blowfish feet...

©Steven Francis poems 2013

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

Scarred by Bambi

Scarred by Bambi
as a child,
tricked into believing
that soft is the wild.
Oh idle wishes
of a Disney mind,
those yoghurt souls
fooled and blind.

Shun burger pools
with thy lily hearts,
think flower toothed lions
and candy stars.
Hop and skip
to the panthers lair,
care not for lost limbs
which take you there.

Amen Amen
wild is the God,
who put His creatures
on mortal sod.
And two by two
those animals follow
'Fluffy' and 'Tufty'
your blood will swallow...

©Steven Francis poems 2013

The Banyan Tree

The Banyan tree!
The Banyan tree!
Pray to never see the Banyan tree!
Where shadows dance in locust fits
and werewolf silhouettes prey
on those pray.
Empire of ghosts
orchestra of undead
worship the gods to hatchet the tree.

The Banyan tree!
The Banyan tree!
Darkness holds the devil
in the Banyan tree.
And where she roots
anfgels fall
because the devil holds darkness
in the Banyan Tree...

©Steven Francis poems 2013

Burry Port