Balls Over
Crystal gaze shattered with consequence
Underneath a table
A dog lies; telling stories
Breaking templates with broken heels
Fresh grown gowns smothering cream that the cat licked up
Bellows bursting drums in caverns
Crowned by frothy lather on gentleman’s over cast visions
A mishap to last
A bell made with garlic breath:
Letting a feather float with tapping moments
Crackling tubes busted in seizures.
Wild wind whispers
Comforting strings and basking dreams
Extremes with frozen lights gleaming
Steaming open letters;
Books binding beliefs
Streets a mass of events
Comments arriving from the standing
Anointed and bathed in baskets of flowers
Just hours before the beginning
A starting point of a new tell tale, gift wrapped question
Not to mention the rest of the wild card delivery
Ambivalent towards drifting schemes and schisms
Begging forgiveness for murderous intentions
Tension squeezing the living memories of crushed answers
Float to the top and picked out for examination.
A blossom
August 16th 2017
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright
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