Ragged patchwork strapped and pricked by severed fingernails
A clamp secured in prison
Locking decisions failing in genuine sincerity
Given to trusting waiting games.
Slush dribbling; soaking ankles
A sweet mix for gabbling well wishers
Hopping mad with indignant shiny black shoes
A lapse in concentration; a black and dusty alleyway
Hold onto your performance piece; undress the contempt of cynical poachers
Rigging shirt tail logic; black bow ties
Grabbing thoughts before they’re bandaged
Crash land for a taste of reality
Cut into bite size jelly
Thrust the pen tube lightly
With time allowed for choking
Bin full of cash to bomb the building.
Slit the servile from the clipped precision
Jam the steel in vein to suck the white cells for prejudice
Frack the kidneys to cover up for mechanised overhaul.
Bang the sleeper into slitting stomach cramps
Vibrating arteries mix and match the pompous deceiver
The malice in cassock tight and trouser stained innocence.
Bury the pretty flowers in death traced songs
While practising your scales
Tune up your instrument don’t tune yourself down
Plucking the seeds of trumpet spit.
The shake in a bottle breaks the sound chariot
A dark cloister gang genocide
Destroy the deal in hindsight
An orchard of lies
Cropped with a chainsaw
December 4th 2016
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee