The Doorway Of The Baronetess

I have ‘Questions’… when haven’t I?
I really need to be writing them down.
I’m going ‘Level’ far quicker now,
floating just below the surface
… just how you taught, and ‘Shedding’.
Your recorded voice helps, but…
you’re too mischievous, playful, skilful.
I’m happily walking along
the ‘Blood-Memory Corridor’
… feeling the External and Internal
‘Pulse’ join and increase ‘Flow’
… when you throw a ‘Doorway’
at the Left Exit named The Baronetess.
Really? I’m just simmering for awhile
… and then your voice reappears with
“Yeah, don’t fuck with her, she’s angry”
… and then, to distract, as you do,
you explain how ‘Mildew’ tastes,
and I swear, I just can’t brush it away.
No-no, I want to continue, definitely,
just bear in mind, that not all of us
‘Glide’ without a safety net over There.

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.