Grimace, And The Spirit Of Proportion

for ‘The Heads’ of Messerschmidt, of course

Palm-smooth cheek,
I replicate
The Pinch
in facial distortion.
The Mirror
holds my error,
reasoning,
a solid image
of the trouble…
ghostly night-
battling The Beaked.
Schizophrenia
has no Stench?
nor Craftsman’s hands
capable of Master.
The more explanation
the murkier the result…
the Envy of Spirits,
and Necromancy
of Lower Rib
realm-dips
solely in the feeling.

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.