Read Poetry: Eerie Sea, by Patrick Turner-Lee

Awkward silence: the peace a violent under performing scream
Slicing cobwebs from the ceiling 
Feelings crumble in just about time to make the clock

 

Busking bravely to earn a crust
If you must
Bust the bank with crowbars to get an ounce of sense
Not media just a fact for frustration 

 

Break in glass slippers: Just bits left behind 
Never mined the shattering; illusive, baking hot, tin roof reason.
Flat you lent is parting the cheeks
Flapping the wind swept alleyways of leaves.
In the eaves flicking seaweed at the passers by.

 

Clever tricks never opened the window to let in some air
As if we care
As if we fidget when poked with a sharp prick
A needle in the vein
A sharp instrument to flush the chained up latrine
Obscene and relentless

 

 

November 28th 2017

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