Deliberate Moonshine

Nobody knows the back lanes
like this man.
The ‘Roads To Nowhere’
are misleading by name.
To walk hand in hand
with your wide-awake solitude
is the only way to traverse
the night-time labyrinth
of this sleepy Market Town.
Tawny owl meadows
up Valley’s slope, off that way.
Two Tramps at rest;
one under a bridge
t’other within a park hedgerow,
accepting the Autumn
deep into heavily pickled bones.
The graveyard’s a castle
when clouds obscure the moonlight.
As I tap, tap my skull-crowned cane
whilst whistling
‘The Old Rugged Cross’.
There is much left to ponder
as I minute-step through
‘The Witching Hour’.
Bodily, a prisoner of clock faces
with a Rover’s mind
as free as unpaid ‘Tick’.
I mark this incarnation
with a wink and a shudder
back down through the centuries.
Then step-up my amble
as the dark skies above me
start speaking of the returning grey.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.