Poem of the Day — Bold and breathless

Been a while

Bold and Breathless


Cool whispering dreams

Collecting souls

Bowled over by paper

Folding and built on disguises

Enticing broken, tender


Sampling treats

Followers torn reflections

Tethered to a wild horse fancy


A misty fog fissure

Opening; gaping like a wound with maggots

Feeding, sleeping

In scrape the barrel apartments

With wooden slatted blinds


Stuck to the wall

Saying nothing at all

Just hanging


August 16th 2016

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016

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