No Hosannas From This Blasphemous [Fucking] Mouth

I walk in-between ‘groups’
… disgusted…
at how, as a collective,
‘personalities’ shrink
… to shallow ‘mediocrity’.
‘Energy’ is ‘Power’
… ‘manipulation’
and ‘control’ (of others)
… is weakness…
and makes me GAG
and WRETCH…
at the ‘insecurities’
behind the wheel of a life
stunted from the Divine.

If I was born a lesser Man
… I would applaud
the ‘dramas’ and ‘envies’
… for they are handicaps,
and soul-containers
restricting any blossom.
I might feel Superior,
and laugh in smugness
… but instead…
I turn away from ‘games’
and watch spilt petrol
rainbow a gutter-puddle
… and regain
a fragile budding of ‘Hope’.

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.