We need the Vibes
from adoring fans,
these crazies are forever.
To the dogged songs
of tombstoned tooth,
to the infamy of the Brahmin's kiss.
Fear will dress thee in goose pimples
ratty shack baby,
and comb thy wayward soul
on the cobra'd boulevard.
Guillotined mouths
have etched the twilight
in murdered visions like silhouetted gentlemen,
riches for the reggae
moon piched ghost beyond the mirror.
Curious vanities await the breathless
when flamingo suns
writhe in their barbed deaths.
Come dear kettle fish
thy flesh is in need to be razor'd!
Be silent.
Welcome to the underworld,
lipstick will hide
thy agony...
@Steven Francis poems 1997
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