Supper
It’s a quarter past midnight
I’m hungry, off to the kitchen.
Two slices of extra thick Hovis bread,
four slices of chicken breast,
eight slices of cucumber,
two leaves of lettuce
some mayonnaise
and the eighth can of lager.
If that ain’t art
then you ain’t tasted art!
Published in Poetry Cornwall, Number Twelve, July 2005
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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