Stripping The Daisy [Intoxicated]

Elle M'aime... Elle Ne M'aime Pas [Even Though Her Name Temporarily Escapes Me]

I emerged, like some dishevelled drunken Lord,
from a dark and sleazy back lane…
punk-pogo-ing [dangerously] upon one foot,
whilst screaming [not singing]
‘Land Ho!’ by The Doors… to lurking Ghosts.
My ‘Property Of H.M.P.’ striped shirt
was all open in the front, every button missing
from an altercation half-hour or so earlier…
when I pinched a Bouncer’s cheek like a baby,
playfully, whilst slurring “aww, ain’t he cute.”
And there ‘She’ was, standing in the Square
… two steps away from a group of women
she was hands-down-completely ‘Outshining’.
I stumbled/swaggered my way towards her smile
… and reintroduced myself, with a flourish.
“Hello again.” she giggled… eyes impossible
to describe, or tear your giddy-gaze away from.
“I’ve still got your number, and just as soon as
you’ve stopped saving the entire World, sir…
or I see you two or three drinks slightly soberer,
I’m gonna ‘Target’ that ‘Charm’ right outta ya.”

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.