Vincent James Turner Poems

When the words left you,
when one average morning
they rammed themselves
into large shuttles
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Did your thoughts form images
of soil-brown nails
and gaunt, slippery features
when you read 'that' word?
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Arm yanked by taunt lead,
The dog heaves.
You reply with unsteady feet.
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1. A Mothers Approval

I wiped kisses from a cold oak crucifix,
the residue of cocaine stinging
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In these dripping tap days
he and silence have companioned.

Content to blow smoke in
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Morning creeps upon us suddenly:
mimicking deaths technique.
Opening smudged eyes
we happen upon emptiness.
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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
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Snow Globe

He monkeys with airless abandon.
Calling for clothes,
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My fingers ache for the taste of grass
I dream of dawn and garden flowers

There is nothing to do but remember.
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“What is life’s worth if not trudging the infinite circle
of grief and contentment and all sensation in-between “.
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