Green flashing light,
all sweet tea
and fingeredmascara,
(electronically f**ked).
Something daily
through the night.
Chaos. Depravity.
Forced Desire.
(Insert a penis coin)
Reflect a hard on
dirtied and drugged
onto glossy shelves.
Pornography and gin,
riddled with the kerb...
@Steven Francis poems 1994
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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