Paintings now at
Slide in Passing Light
Stripped of guns, the shots no longer biting:
Exciting only to the man counting the money.
The neighbours’ wealth dripping in calumny.
Some will see
A doubting Thomas built in me
Life chuckles; like babbling brooks billowing with weeds
Swaying like thoughts in a windy tunnel;
A funnel for decorative ideas
Free as the night surfing swallows
Heading for a temperature
Swerving a void; a brick wall: a gallows
A slight reminder of the time that’s left.
Best step forward; awkward in its reach
To those who must be waiting for readers
Bleeders of creative minds
Aligned to companies shallow vision
The pocket fillers
But islands with shallow inlets
To catch the tide
Feed the moment
November 27th 2017
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright