No Hosannas From This Blasphemous [Fucking] Mouth

by Paul Tristram / September 5th, 2021

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’ 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, September 5th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.