Slim trimmed wings;
Fragile and fluttered
Skimming breaths of moist air.
Hoist up into stars; trembling in deep space
Wild wind; dust gathering dust
Broken gate hinges squeaking in jammed closing rhythms
Probing traits of reluctance
Jousting with fiends on cross tangled talking telephones.
Stalking under the fire burning bridges
Set alight by bludgeoned personalities
Struck by the street light yellow mist gathering
Shattered in shovel free graves
Done by diggers
Tricked into receiving
October 2nd 2016
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016