Skin Mirror

I am..
the claw
tearing insanity from sobriety,
the shine on a smashed glass.

Or am I vanity?
Stalking reflections in a skin mirror,
admiring ghosts in my head.

I am a..
promise
falling from a shabby jesters lips
trying to impress in a cartoon.

Or am I pornography?
Clutching onto a tabloid dignity
in a flesh alley.

I am..
a coffin
yawning from below the footsteps
growing deathly whiskers.

(Roses fall like damned nightmares
from the cancer of mourners above)

I am..
rage,
stoking fires ready for the disco chaos
I have prepared for ghouls.

A masterpiece of victims

I am..
obsession
flowering in a never ending hell,
suffocating slowly in the undergrowth.

I am kitten
I am wolf
I am youth.

I am..
love eternal,
knitting angel feathers around my heart
to reach Elyssium

@Steven Francis Poems 2002