Police Cell Blues and The Early Morning Dehydration Shake

by Paul Tristram / June 20th, 2021

Your ‘Soul’ is becoming sterile
[trouble strains yet cleanses]
… this has all become
far too boring and familiar.
I know what those bottom tiles,
upon that blood-splattered wall
… taste like.
I unbend from knots,
at an alarming rate
… and my mind is armed
with spiteful knives of defiance.
I stopped saying “No Comment”
after the third draaawwwl…
and just mouth-clicked “et cetera”
over and over again…
as the questioner’s voice grew,
changing pitch dramatically…
like I was a Concert Conductor
… and pushing onwards to an
almost excruciating crescendo
… I left him hanging in silence.
The ‘Winner’ doesn’t tantrum
… pointless battles
until the door’s finally unlocked
… and the cold concrete
catches my guilty… wastrel feet.

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.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, June 20th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.