Tatty-Bye Rubicon

by Paul Tristram / September 19th, 2021

Pan did not Woodland-Call you
away from Shadow Work, silly
… you just have no Discipline,
Patience, or Will Power…
you can’t even fuck unselfishly
… and I think it’s delightful.
Seeing as you are here now,
pull up a seat (no, not that one,
there’s something mentally
nailed to the underneath of it).
Oh, we are just watching fools
terming Karma ‘bad luck’
and shaking exhausted heads…
after previously Deposit-Paying.
If you’re going to play at Master
when the Universe is watching
… at least BACKBONE…
the impending Storm gracefully.
That smirk is simply disgraceful,
and I approve wholeheartedly…
whilst being fully aware
… that my Hardest Life Lessons
carved a Depth into my Soul…
enabling me to Inner Library
a Knowledge, Passion and Drive
previously thought… Impossible.

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 19th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.