Curtain Fire

Bye bye never going back
to the fire where once I belonged,
where ghouls lived in silent movies
and blood was the new shade of wrong.

Draw the curtain on a static mind
before darkness arrives in season,
kicking heels, run like rhymes
kill the father and pray for the son.

There was a place where I'd go crazy
trying to rewind scenes in my mind,
but past is past and iron dead
nothing there to love or find.

Clown with tumours touring confusion
valium away the hell,
walk away from the haunted chorus
and crush the once safe shell.

Bye goodbye, this time it ends
no more zombie fat clogs these veins,
I have muted echoes in this head
and stitched up all the pain...

@Steven Francis Poems 2001