Paul Tristram- Three Poems

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/1943170096
 

‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036
And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope
at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204
 

You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

Awkward Angles

She tentatively spoke
in Group Therapy
for the first time.
Claimed that words
are sharper than claws.
That when she’s apart
from her Tormentor
she tends to self harm.
Other people seem fluid?
but she’s made
of awkward angles,
inside.
And the bag
is nearly always
just about to break.
Sanity’s a stamina
so often in want
of re-charging.
They lied to her
about everything
but the Bogeyman
and left her
to find it all out
the impossible way.


© Paul Tristram 2016

A Footpad Of The Dock Front

He has threats wicked enough
to make your blood curdle
but only utters them
after first slicing or banging
pain into your trembling frame.
That way there will be no room
for doubting that he means
every single frightening word.
The perfected art
of shouting through whispered
innuendoes, nudges and grimaces.
You’ll be picking your own pockets
clean for him or he’ll be ripping
them right out of your clothes.
Don’t plead or beg for mercy
you’ll just make this black hearted
villain’s night time work the sweeter.
You are not a ‘person’ anymore
but an unguarded shiny purse
to this magpie of the dock front.
Who’s out to tax all that you own
and cruelly cut you to the very bone.


© Paul Tristram 2016

Banana Feet Jones

There is nothing more unsettling
than seeing a bleeding clown
being dragged kicking and screaming
into the back of a Black Maria.
But the mind’s as delicate as April,
the wrong woman will sabotage
you from the inside out every time.
Alcohol and heroin addiction
to medicate that clawing madness
will eventually just darken that hell
you’ve blindly gotten yourself into.
People are quick to forget the good
but eager to remember the bad.
Make no mistake, human beings
are predators through and through,
always watching the herd for weakness.
He suicided from a funny looking tree
on the canal bank next to the fairground
which he had been ostracized from.
With a clumsily made balloon animal
crown to thorn is inconsolable head.


© Paul Tristram 2016