Paintings now at
Parking Dreams
Heavy heart drawing lines
Times and floating balloons full of dust
The wind is chilling
Instilling a climb down from giddy heights.
Stalling in general terms
One learns from the task that’s in the sand
Insist on charming
The taunted, escorted in chains
Barred for bad breath behaviour
Spun out cars; filling beds with bleeding tears
Fears crumble in pillows filled with friends
Never crushed just stirred with a slice
Nice on a plate with steam
Just to say it wasn’t for trying
Denying my part in it
Forget the apprehension
The growing tension and disbelief
In oneself and others
Park and sleep
Think deep
February 3rd 2018
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright
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