The past
Dreamcast,
in electric pastures
of Japanese echo ballads
and tendon pickled daydreams.
God of mandolin
scuff along the scarlet hills
of Shenmue,
of revenge.
Gun
kick,
magic
bomb;
a logo
praise ghost stamp!
Killer of all
band legged cartoon print...
@Steven Francis Poems 2009
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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