I was busy being distracted
by Paula Rego’s ‘War’…
when the cistern
containing all of Samhain’s
motives, excuses,
and the half-formed embryos
of unexplored daydreams
I’ve been tone-deaf,
in that, argumentative ear,
ever since…
leading to slight giddiness
when walking sideways
in slanting moonlight… Fuck!!!
I never, ever meant
to just scratch the surface,
I’m far more ‘Deeper’ than that.
But, I cannot help (Cringe)
be anything
but flatliningly underwhelmed
by the abstract un-bluntness
of this late afternoon’s
semaphore Crass-Fusion.

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.