An Amalgamation, Of Sorts

That fucking woman blew me a kiss…
and two heavy goods vehicles,
one full of kaleidoscopes,
the other full of Catherine wheels,
crashed, and blew up inside my mind!
Stop smiling…
it’s disturbing my jetpack libido.
If I wanted your opinion…
I’d be ashamed of myself.
I thought I was Strong before, but now,
I am Towering above all expectations.
“It was the way you held it so gently
in your scarred and tattooed hands
that showed me that there’s a genuine
heart and soul, alive, within that Bastard.”
She explained, in a voice
unadorned by anything but sincerity.
“If I had just one of anything,
I’d rip it right in two for you.” I replied.
Then we cwtched-up for the night
in a half-mooned place
unneeding of any prayers or scarecrows.

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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.