Vincent James Turner Biography

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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