The fire in the seed of sleep
burns bright while spitting black,
and in its heart a stranger lurks
laceration winds attack.
Close weary eyes and visit hell
a bogeyman guides baby men,
razors slice the sleeping lungs
in death all nightmares end...
@Steven Francis poems 2009
This blog contains poetry from 6 collections from Welsh poet Steven Francis, from 'Porn Soup' to 'Pedestrian Monsters'.
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- 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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