Friday, December 18, 2015

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)

‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at
And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope

You can also read his poems and stories here!

Stripping To The Coma-Tones ‘No Perfume’

Tired, hungover
and breaking the back of forty
she’s working the early afternoon shift
yawning and stripping to
The Coma-Tones ‘No Perfume’.
For the old Rockers,
greasy, lewd and receding,
unhappily drinking away
another Welfare Cheque day.

© Paul Tristram 2015

Some People Are Lower Than Linoleum

With mind and mouth syphilitic with drama,
dirty washing other folks bedsheets out in the streets.
Lies and schemes and finger pointing,
poking the bear with a big, sharp stick
then declaring with murderous outrage
“See, I told you it was nasty, it nearly bit me,
let’s burn it at the stake in the middle of town
along with those other people I don’t like anymore!”
You are never in the wrong and never at fault
even though all you do is manipulate falsehoods
and backstab your self-centred way through life.
Knowing when you are wrong and accepting it
is an honour that you will never understand,
learning from your mistakes is a hard lesson
but a valuable one, there is no soul movement,
emotional growth or advancement without it.
You are stuck blindly in an Idiot Prison,
a mire of selfishness where you rule over nothing,
remaining as shallow as a piss stain, forevermore.

© Paul Tristram 2015

Ain’t No Mollycoddling Going On ‘Round Here, Motherfucker!

“Stop being a Pussy and whinging like a Bitch,
it’s only pain, you idiot, temporary.
Your Honour and Pride would take far longer to heal,
trust me, I’ve heard it from a reliable source
whilst I was busy stomping all over his.
Punch harder and faster, with direction, focus and purpose
…move around more, fuck the Queensberry Rules,
hit him with whatever’s laying around, go in team-handed,
fight dirty, all that’s important is that you Win.
Take no shit or nonsense and take absolutely no prisoners,
channel that Temper I gave you, use it for fuck sake!
Don’t worry about making me Proud
…make yourself Proud first and foremost, you Cunt.
And give over about your missing front teeth,
your second set will be coming through soon
besides it just makes you look fucking ‘ansome.
Now get back out in that fucking street and fight him again,
properly this time…or I’ll be going down to batter his father!”

© Paul Tristram 2015

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