by paturnerlee

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Buckle up Crash Time


Stacked with sparkling party popping blisters

Insisting that loved ones are stalling


Calling out for help


Difficult to keep up

A cup in hand catching the sprinkling shower

The grim truth balanced on a broken swing


Pimples plastering mirrors already grubby with tears

Fears shaking an otherwise spirit to be awoken


Soaking locals from the deranged apartment building

Slopping out the window

As the duct is stuffed with plastic


Too late to get the change


Rhetoric is still sticking to newspapers

Like burnt out frying pans

Like a crushed apron theory

Back to me

Meant to come an end I know

Sharpening the knife

Cutting the ribbon



January 6th 2018

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright


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