Luxúria/Demonic… a Butterfly lost amongst the Candle-Flame Moths  

by Paul Tristram / October 18th, 2020

That ‘Ache’
is like
trying to scramble
up an Avalanche,
backwards
… nothing… sates.
I’m exhausted
by mere
coincidence,
and accidental,
fleeting,
hallway-manoeuvers.
Digging a Well
deeper…
from one unmoral
Prison Cell
to another right
below it…
with a fucking
cocaine spoon!
A thigh-breadth
away
from Climax
… retreat…
and fight-off
the coming Dawn,
breathlessly,
and ferociously.
Passionate
conveyor belt
of ‘Grind’
… and no
permanent ‘Goodbye’
… the Unsavable
savours
a Banquet, unending.

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, October 18th, 2020 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.