That Plasticine Fellow Keeps Making “Hearts” Out Of His “Hands” And Giving Them Away To Strangers …

Even Though No One Appreciates The Gesture Nowadays

You shouldn’t have Smiled at me, silly…
something fundamental has melted,
and I’ve become all uneven again.
Pulses race, whilst clocks have slowwwed down.
Thoughts and straight lines
are now at war with barricades.
You GLOW, damn you…
I’m following myself around in circles.
I want to point out things
in the hedgerow, sky, and derelict buildings…
lift up grass-hugged tin sheets and yell
“Look Quick, Before It Scampers Away!”
No good will come of this, oh dear me…
my emotions are skateboarding
the park slide, recklessly.
Your ‘Name’ tastes
like brown ale and ice-cream
inside my smirking mouth.
And I have only just noticed
that you have suddenly become
the Front, Back and Sides of almost Everything.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.