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Francis never smiles.

Francis doesn't dwell 
in Mother’s boreal kitchen.
Francis doesn't masturbate 
his infectious innocence
into a matriarch's 
dying orifice– at least, 
not anymore.

Francis doesn't 
choke up father's liver scraps -
intestinal smeared 
with sister's buttered stupidity…
the linen expired, sweetheart.
Remember when...when
we all were 
comfortably twelve...?
When we were 
gassed inside mother’s 
dish-ragged gnarled fingers and...
Francis slingshot 
all the dead doves
that lonesome morning...?

(good for you, Francis)

(good for you) -

Francis now accepts 
battered cashmere kisses.
The very least he can do.
Francis reprocesses raindrops...
like battery acid mementoes...
smashing vinegar and oil cruets
into a bastard beggar's mouth.
Francis bleeds and
so will everyone
At least...
for the time being.

Francis doesn't exhale well at all -
when adopted Mother passes by.
Smirnoff hot and depression readied.
Poor, poor Francis...
taking a cushioned seat upon 
a writhing elephant’s safety pin –
fat and round 
like Mother’s navel;
orange and soft...and fat -
like the pumpkin marks 
sleeping behind his vertebrae.

The hind legs of Mother's cynicism
are never captured through 
similes and her watching;
a heathen chewing upon
a sweet and sour stained
bible. Like Mother? 
Like Father? ...and who's liking...
Poor Francis…
friendly pterodactyls switch positions
when disorderlies rush in –
baskets filled with crucifixes,
strawberries, pears
and oranges. 

Gifts for you to touch and remember.
Dismembered? Francis...

Some things you eat 
some you don’t.
At least –
that’s what Francis does…
did -

done...don't you?

Copyright © John Heck

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  1. Date: 10/15/2008 5:48:00 AM
    Beautiful Poem JOhn. Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you. My computer has really been badlt infected by a virus I cant seem to isolate. Listen my email add: Drop me an email so I can get your mailing address, I have a book for you. Thanks my friend. My best, Charlie

  1. Date: 10/8/2008 10:50:00 PM
    Wow! This is why I'm a fan John. By the way my new book has just been released. Here are the links: Early order “Poet Coet” through Target on-line: Preview “Poet Coet”at: I'd appreciate your spreading the word. Thanks. ED

  1. Date: 10/8/2008 3:07:00 AM
    I love this. Its beautiful! Goo job

  1. Date: 10/5/2008 9:51:00 AM
    Wow, my mind is reeling. This is, at least, very dark, very heavy, almost tortured. I sense a bit of a self portrayal in this, but I may be wrong...or it may all be metaphoric, but either way, despite the disturbing depth, this piece is still rarely and exquisitely executed as only you can do. I hope you are okay? Wherever you are , you are loved. Remember that. Best wishes, Sara