Beneath cream complexion
and tomato spiked lips
lurk the ghouls
and lurk is right
for we wait amongst disease
a deathly lounge,
and we is right
because I am ghoul.
The lure
of cobwebs and sulphur
of carcass and tomb,
it is a beautiful thing
bizarre and macabre
and beautiful is right
for we delight
in skewered eyelids.
Grand messy sloppy
death beds...
@Steven Francis poems 2009
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
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