Dash those gas pellets
pummel them into my leather breasts;
gift me volcano heroin
and polish the switch
then lay me in white pastures
with my kin.
After sunless months
I look with longing to vertigo journeys.
So lather my kidneys
stone these eyes,
throttle sin out of its blasphemous shell
and lead me through troughs of shame.
Kill my nosferatu
fill my fists with holy dust,
save me from glazed winterlands
master, dissolve these earthly bonds...
@Steven Francis poems 2010
Thursday, 8 April 2010
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