Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon

Three Stanzas Inspired By Francis Bacon short poem

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I painted a pitted brick wall
whitewashed it
with a sable round brush size 0
blotting out
my memories in every rough pit
a map of hell
surely torture and death can’t
last forever
grinding lime tasting sweat
snowblind

I pushed a chain up a hill
on my knees
through factory fresh gravel
comes a point
when your blood is just blood
pain however
the brain makes it sting anew
breathtaking
part of your soul extracted
out your nose

I lost a hundred pounds
another dream
shed fat and skin while the knife
spat and sizzled
grieving as I flenced myself
my own whale
shouts of outrage echoing
from bare walls
once white now spattered with
human tones

Poet’s Note –
This is the artist Francis Bacon, not the philosopher.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Very nicely written! Keep writing!

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