Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography
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.
Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/
‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/
And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope
You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.
I’ve Been Drinking
“Excuse me, can I talk to you?
The entire street thinks that
you are insane!
But I’ve been drinking
and I’m feeling brave.
Why did you throw that table
out of the upstairs window?
Why did that lamppost annoy
you so much?
Why do you frown continually?
Why do you piss in the garden?
And who gave you that black-eye?”
“I did, fuck off!”
“I didn’t mean anything, I’ve been drinking!”
“So have I,
I’m really glad that you had
it simply confirms things for me.”
© Paul Tristram 2008
Published in Poetry Monthly, Issue 146, June 2008
A Question-Less Answer
I was up!
I was tripping?!?!
I had finally done it.
Two hundred magic mushrooms.
It was not funny like people had said
even though I was laughing.
There were no giant rats.
I was not being chased by pink elephants.
Huge Pac-men were not eating my feet.
And there was absolutely no sign of nuns with piranha faces.
It was just me laughing and crying all at the same time.
I was with five other people but I felt totally alone.
Just me and my ruptured personality.
There was wave after wave of emotional fear.
A dangerous intoxicating excitement.
I was scared shitless but I was enjoying it.
I started chewing the inside of my mouth, I bit too hard,
it bled, it felt good.
I took a drink from my cider bottle.
I didn’t need the cider.
I didn’t need fuck all!
I was finally tripping.
I had found a hidden question-less answer.
© Paul Tristram 2010
Published in Razor Dildo (USA) Sunday the 6th of October 2013