Grimace, And The Spirit Of Proportion

for ‘The Heads’ of Messerschmidt, of course

by Paul Tristram / March 1st, 2020

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.

This article was posted on Sunday, March 1st, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.