Poem of the Day – Strangled and Tall

Strangled and Tall


Chipped of a stock clipped block

Aiding the first person with dripping saliva desires

Shining in masquerade ball gowns


Trumpets blasting bashful grunts in vibrating ear drums

Breaking tarts, running soft melted jam into cheese grilled cacophony.


Maids dressed in shovels of dust

As the present becomes the past;

Lasting as long as breath passes lips


Caverns of distinguished cynical brooders leave the party:

Not brave, just comfortable in absence.


Brought into the fold by capitalist intruders

The ones that went to war;

With no one who works with money

Just babies

And ladies torn from life and love

Given up

And wasted

Shaken up

And buried

A for gone



Sept 24th 2016

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016

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