I am Francis Bacon
I am Francis Bacon Life is a charade, As in my lover’s suicide; Kempt gums and palate; Gritting teeth collide; Medical picture pocket books, And that Potemkin nurse; What’s in a mouth? Then… What’s worse? Rimbaud this and that; Margaret Thatcher silence; I prove my naked trauma, With quiet sodden violence.
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Darius
I'm into poetry that flows through me, more as an emotional art-form than a traditional construction, but I do appreciate most of it.
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