Craig Podmore

Paparazzi Porn Atom

 

Here,

There are no pictures of Dorian Gray

Only heresy and matricide

On pay and display.

 

Here,

There is an abundance of an ugly

Processed by the molested,

Tear-streak-mascara-Aphrodite

 

With coke residue on nostrils,

Pubis gaunt and public spit on skin

Stuck in a delirium of a

Tortured snapshot;

 

Show them flesh and you will be their Lord and saviour!

 

 

Black Dahlia

 

Knife warmed up

For the stage

Of dew, grass and decay.

 

The ink is wet.

Her death

 

Undressed,

Hot off the press.

 

The cameras consume her soul

And drain the cadaver.

 

She’s a sex-bomb of violence

And her final two acts

 

Cut the umbilical cord

From the stale darkness of desperation

To the savagery of ignominy.

 

Encore! Encore!

Sleeping Pills & Soda

 

I am exploited.

Destroyed.

Post mortem fame

Next to my bedside table.

My lipstick dyed

Due to my pill breath.

Voluptuous reaper

In the fluttering of my

Disturbed eyelids.

Phone receiver

In discussion to one’s own carcass.

Decay, denude of glamour

As the flesh morphs

Into a Virgin Mary

Of boulevard dreams.

 

Empty pill jars – the fleshy pith of my soul.