Sunrise over Rigor Mortis

Slender, as night is long~

butcher, undertaker
corpse dolly soul shaker.
Shred the applause
and awards for hope lost
in ages demon flow,
shush them sugary glitter spinners,
order 'em all to good hell.
No need for small dicks
in minnow holes,
crowned by eager satchel maids.
Grim vcation
or postponed portraits
that lead to masturbation.

Bless
Pearl vipers will come when all is done
(and said in
when the wait is over,
bribe skinless hoardes
and words igored by drainpipe friends
will flash before fading sight.

Modern life
murder shaped into a holy word...

©Steven Francis poems 2014