Vincent James Turner
Vincent James Turner (Essex)
Biography of Vincent James Turner
Vincent James Turner Poems
Junkie (For J.M)
Did your thoughts form images of soil-brown nails and gaunt, slippery features when you read 'that' word?
Absence During Winter
“What is life’s worth if not trudging the infinite circle of grief and contentment and all sensation in-between “.
Snow Globe He monkeys with airless abandon. Calling for clothes,
My fingers ache for the taste of grass I dream of dawn and garden flowers There is nothing to do but remember.
Occasionally, before the drink convinced him the dishevelled look was a good idea, he'd venture into the kitchen with unsteady purpose overdosing dinner with “[i]I'm not drunk[/i] spoonfuls of salt.
When the words left you, when one average morning they rammed themselves into large shuttles
.of Love, During Youth
1. A Mothers Approval I wiped kisses from a cold oak crucifix, the residue of cocaine stinging
Forgive me, for at the end of this poem you shall not see my name For I fear your sister Fate Is at times a little over zealous
There’s No Warranty With Love
Morning creeps upon us suddenly: mimicking deaths technique. Opening smudged eyes we happen upon emptiness.
In these dripping tap days he and silence have companioned. Content to blow smoke in
A Day With My Father
Arm yanked by taunt lead, The dog heaves. You reply with unsteady feet.
In these dripping tap days
he and silence have companioned.
Content to blow smoke in
The face of a far away star
listening to the murmur
from the moon