Trench Dysentery

I have been Jailed for Christmas,
drunk-rolled, and mugged,
attacked with fireworks
by a gang of hooded youths
as I lay in a dirty sleeping bag
beneath the arches of the bridge…
but Trench Dysentery is a first.
I walk the rain-soaked streets
knackered, after spending
last night stood-up against a wall
trying to get slight shelter
from the overhanging guttering.
Old trousers [two sizes too big]
fouled with bloody-diarrhoea…
and there is nothing I can do
until a Charity Shop opens
sometime after the Holidays.
If it was the warmer months
I’d have swiped a clean pair
off a clothesline, whispering
a soft prayer for forgiveness
as I climbed over garden fence.
It’s Boxing Day and I’m Beat…
ground down to the ground
… I passed-by a Street Preacher
as I hobbled ‘round puddles
freezing upon the pavements
… and he Warned me, solemnly
to ‘Repent Sinner Or Face Hell’
… “At Least It’ll Be Warm”
I answered, as I ghost-vanished
straight up-the-arsehole
… of this never-ending misery.

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.