Thanks to an old school friend I am able to share the first published poem from 1972 when I was 14years old
Pelicans leave the room
I cry with pain
Vomit flies about the room with frustration
My inner sense is black and forgetful.
My ears wiggle for noise,
Awful sounds come from my beneath mind,
Pelicans must have beaks
A pen is thrust down my throat
My mother cries.
Written in 1972
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016