Eat Your Fucking Heart Out Hervé Villechaize, Mate

(to be read over interchangeable cat purring and distant sirens)

by Paul Tristram / November 3rd, 2019

‘Dapper’ suits me every single day of the week
… but, especially right ‘Now’.
I’m a tra-la-la-ing my whistled walk your way…
with an Inspector Clouseau trying to impress
Lady Litton across a dance floor shoulder-shuffle.
I absolutely, positively REEK of Champagne
and a bit of that ‘Favourite Thing You Save ‘Til Last’.
My Swagger (Massive Capitalization!)
and distilled ‘Indian Summer’ Charisma (See Above!)
are both Infectious and Contagious…
as I pass-by the Street Corner Sweethearts,
I share, hey, I’m that kinda guy, yeah,
some of my Magnetic-off-the-charts Glory.
“We’re Merely Two Steps Away From Victory!”
I reply to their “Whoop Whoop’s”
and blown-with-a-vengeance, war-painted kisses.
A single Policeman upon his early evening Beat,
steps aside, and respectfully doff’s his helmet
(That Doesn’t Happen Very Often, Unless You’re Me!).
There are no ‘Red Rags’ or ‘Bulls’ in sight…
just that Wonderful Fantasticness rainbowing
the Future which I’m a-dance-stepping into… ahhhhhh.

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’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 3rd, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.