We walk dead
we look dead -
to sequined eyes
and spinning circus brains
we are silver chains on doom.
We talk dead
we smoke dead -
young floweres wilt
at our whims,
we brazen killers
pureed in candy sauce.
We eat dead
we play dead -
simmering silence
at the news of the day,
cold to events
and cherry red love.
We happy dead
we happy dead
we happy
we...
@Steven Francis poems 2009
The 3rd Collection from Welsh poet Steven Francis. More Song, less Blood but the laments are always the same....
About Me
- Steven Francis
- I started writing in school and discovered it was the only thing that could hold my interest (apart from sex). I knew from the lump inside me that some creative channel had to be my direction. And be good or bad it is some kind of legacy.
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