Paintings now at
Clipped chisels; scraping corners,
Filing for divorce; weeping in pyjamas.
Rusty cans cover the street
Filling up time; squeezed into black bags
Schemes in basket making needles
Sewn in streams of sewers
In a dead rats’ collaboration
A station of diminished responsibility
Come lets disappear,
Down the alleyway.
A passage of built up tension
Released in time for a break
A mistake in some broken down caravan.
Landing in a slope on the side of a grassy knoll
Peeling cranberries from a dry set of dentures
Broken bridges get mended
Has it descended to this
A kiss; an apprehension
An extension of bold ideas.
Bombs blown out of all proportion
Sliced like chilled ice pancakes
Stuck beneath an oily truck
Just run out of luck
The end of the line
The start of another
January 2nd 2018
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright