Police Cell Blues and The Early Morning Dehydration Shake

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’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.