A Dark Caster… W-e-a-v-e-s

Come and have a butcher’s at this
… inside the actual ice cube,
it’s ‘Time Bomb Magic’.
I waited, stalking the outskirts
… whilst her ‘Grief’
and ‘Despair’ brewed itself
into an explosive… HATE!
Then I appeared, explaining
about ‘Inner Brambles’
and the psychic effects
of ‘Negative Toxins’
upon the contours of the Soul.
Slipping into ‘Safety Rope’
mode… I pressed, firmly,
her thoracic and sternum
betwixt my Devilish hands
… and she expelled
this priceless little nugget
of virginal ‘Almost Violence’.
Eighteen months later…
after discovering a Strength
she had no idea she possessed
… her Life is not just
back on track… but Fantastic!
And tonight, at 9 o’clock sharp,
as they toast the Engagement
… I’m-a drop this little beauty
right into her Celebratory Drink.

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.