I Shot Another Officer From The Watchtower [To Escalate Our Courtship]

We had picnicked first of all
… caviar and pâté
with tinned mandarins
and a bottle of champagne
… confiscated yesterday
from a wealthy Banker.
We stood up from the rug,
both stretched, contentedly,
before walking to the rail
and my waiting rifle.
I half-smoked a cigarette,
making her giggle sweetly
as I blew smoke-rings
in her beautiful direction.
Then, spinning, with speed
… I shouldered the gun,
twisting the barrel,
with deadly expertise,
into the Target’s pathway…
yelling “Binoculars Now!”
… I scoped, and FIRED.
She screamed “Oh my God,
you got him right in the face
… I actually saw his jaw
and teeth EXPLODING!”
Lowering my weapon
… she leapt into my arms,
and whispered, teasingly
“I’m almost in love with 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.