Shuriken Lake

Glass crested centipedes
hunt the sane in crepe broths,
spiteful in persistance
mighty in their patience,
watching the frost fish on mad paths.
Cock a leg to Fear
in stygian mist,
the bombers are paralysed
as wax gathers like sickly pools
on putrid flesh.

Oiled devil pose
in creepy un-natural ways,
keen to find the stilled pearls
as they power stalk
beneath a lightning shelter
of heamorrhaged vessels.
Inside crystal lined cots
gaping mouths catch bats
on a sonic route to hell
and fattened eels fall in love
with the bloated tongues of milk dolls.

Into cascading mania
and locked in black,
the ice whispers drift onward
through mackerel valleys
carried by wings of ethereal swans.
To the pegged shroud dynasty
across luminous sands,
sail shrieking, rubber banshees -
broody parcels of the fell sergeant...

@Steven Francis poems 2010