Poem of the Day — Blinked in Silence

Blinked in Silence


Trespass on a hedge line, a fun day for beastly behaviour

Slaughter tongues and lives are drawn to a close

No freedom in hatred; backed up sewer nowhere to go

Fickle ring holding pickle jar pincher

Small fry in vinegar wine; a sour tasting reality

A travesty, no use for tissues, plug holes blocked in unison

Salty waves of mystery lash the shores of timeless sorrow

Tack down the curly sweat towel on the windy cliff face of death

Jump in slavery given media coverage

Hope bashed into slate green mine shaft

Deep dark, no candle can breathe, suffocated by the horror

Babies roast on pick shovels

Left for scavengers

Melt and meat for maggots




January 8th 2015

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015


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