Drained
Like a wrung-out rag.
A buckled special brew can
upside down in a recycling bin.
A broken tooth
lumping a paving slab
on Sunday afternoon
after landing there
on Friday night.
The blood from a
cheated man’s heart
and innocence and decency
from the freshly starved.
I stand in the post office
queue on giro day
with three people
still in front of me.
Published in The Little White Poetry Journal (USA), Volume Two / Issue Five, March 2007
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
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