Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Paul Tristram- Three Poems

It’s Like This And Will Be Again

Some days it’s like a noose hanging over your head.
A guillotine waiting to be unlatched.
A murder of crows bastardizing your name
as they bullyingly blotch the sky from you,
ignorant to the suffering you’re trying to ignore.
It’s like this and will be again.
You don’t get used to it, it gets used to you
and jabs its foot into the uncomfortable places
which shine like mirrored glass
within the cracks of your uncomfortable being.

© Paul Tristram 2006

Published in Inclement (Poetry For The Modern Soul) Volume 6 Issue 4, Winter 2006

Charcoal Like Your Heart

It was a lamppost
for Christ Sake!
I never hurt it.
In fact I broke
three of my own
toes and every
knuckle in my
right fist.
My tears and blood
were the only
feeling there.
They found me
face down
where the dogs piss.
Shaking and begging
for mercy
from something
out of sight.
Upwards I looked
at their uniforms
which were charcoal
like your heart.

© Paul Tristram 2006

Published in Poetry Monthly, Issue 120, March 2006

They Were All Knives

That’s how they were back then
you’d see the silver shining
as they pulled them out
of their socks, their boots,
the backs of their trousers,
inside pockets of jackets,
out of the sleeves of coats.
They’d come back home
from the pub drunk
and wave them at their women
shouting to the heavens
“I should have cut his fucking head off!”
That’s how men settle arguments
where I come from
they carry knives and shout at women.

© Paul Tristram 2007

Published in the  In Between Hangovers Chapbook Anthology ‘The Boy’s No Good’  Easter 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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