The Harlequin And The Half-Moon Rampsman Strike An Agreement

Over ‘broken bones and bruises’ be it
… spit on ye palm,
here’s me hand, here’s me heart,
let’s seal it, and nail this bastard down.
I’ll come at ‘im from a side alley,
all cosh, chiv and outrageous fury
… whilst you wall-creep,
and do that drop-from-nowhere thingy
… that you’ve become infamous for.
Molly’ll shut his doting dolly-birds up
… for three-favours-owed…
yet, they’ll witness our endeavours
which will pox-spread the Underworld
… that’ll heighten reputations nicely.
I want his left ear and pocket watch…
you can do what you bloody-well want
with the rest of the bleeder… only,
I’m sure it ain’t his money yer after
… but, that be all your business, mate.
We’ll sort the gutter-urchins gin
for each half-hour they work the street
watching for his swaggering approach
… and I’ll be dragging ‘im
off his feet, and the main thoroughfare,
straight after the first stunning blow
… so we can clobber and dice
with little-to-no spectators a-gawping.
When job’s done, you leave me alone,
we’ve no friendship outta working
… ye can nod respectfully from afar,
but, approach and I’ll respond nastily.

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.