Sex and Murder Magazine

( for Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen)
By Judith Fanny Rose

Death the midwife at Nancy's birth
kisses the soles of her still blue feet
plantars wart the seed sown deep
flowers in dark dominion when they meet
He rock and rolled across an ocean of pain
chased THE DRAGON from LONDON to
carved this chest with shards of grief
so everyone who looked into his wounded face
would see he thrived on love and pain

( this his greatest art )

Ashes of ecstasy in St. Sebastian eyes
black leeches of sorrow
nursed at his breast

the Siren crow of junkies
on his shoulder perched to rest
His lips were wicked plump and purple
as she knew his cock must be

Perfect symbiosis of violent need
hers self-destruction
his twins of guilt and greed
Booting the smack death welcomes her back
Sid's blade cut free her soul
crimson poppies bloom in a garden of coal
China White and The Pistols still rock and roll