A Letter to Stop the Story from even Beginning (penned by Gwyneth for Robert)

But your mind’s ugly, and I don’t want to Valentine with you

You would just elbow your way
into my Creative Afternoons,
leaving them Unproductive,
Colourless, and positively Ghastly.

As for my Mornings…
my Precious Peacefulness
(Which I need to be a
Balanced, Sensible Human Being)
would Dissipate…
and to fill the HOLE
left in your wake,
I’d have to sit and listen
to fragmented
trivialities and inanities.

(Paragraph/Stanza break to… ‘Sigh’)

Whilst, you scratch like a ‘Man’,
dip the buttered knife
into my neat, little marmalade jar,
and ready Yourself
for the rest of ‘Your’ day

(Pause, to Control and Self-Centre)

… after ‘Mine’ has already been
absolutely bloody-butchered
by your ‘The-Whole-World-
Revolves-Around-You’ presence.

After giving it (out of Respect)
substantial thought and meditation,
it’s both a ‘Ta Very Much’
but (Unchangeably) ‘No, Thank You’.

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.