Sensible ability falls short of pill bottles landing squarely on the plate of justice
My rose tree branching leaves of paper; reading words of transient thought.
I am progressing through a temporary browsing history of images
Of puddles in heavens opening raining sugar candy
Debate the dialogue of questions asking for tasks to be done
Follow my path a delight of lamps flashing
I take and sever painstaking stretches of band; smarting the hands in recourse of elastic snaps.
Paper cut pains reveal my distaste for cutting edge technology and drips the corner of my eyes into pressure
Friendships all at sea; drift in argumentative future uncertainty.
Pleased with time to think apart from doing the work doing the words of constantly not doing to mention a change in a heart transition.
Engage with a mission attrition, politician spending cuts the paper
Burns with blood of mean greedy business minded creativity
Provoking reaction and denial
Belief in hope driven progress
Halted by my angry foolish short sighted disbelief
March 31st a rewrite Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015