A Backdrop For The Impossible

“Do it again! Do it again! Do it again!
… pppplllllleeeeeaaaasssseeeee!!!”
It wasn’t quite Levitating…
barely an ‘Air-Pause’… more ‘Strain’
… I think it was my Ta-Da hands
and Gentlemanly, Theatrical bow
… which got the fine Ladies excited.
“Why do you keep swaggering
out of the lamplight pavement shine?”
“I’d have to kill you…
and you’re far too pretty for all that.”
I replied, switching my grin to a smirk.
“You speak in beautiful riddles…
which linger after you’ve vanished”
We walked past the City’s Park…
I pointed out the almost-blind man
who sits upon a bench each night
throwing bread to the 20 odd rats
scurrying around his defenceless feet.
“He thinks they’re thin-tailed squirrels”
I explained, with a slight shudder.
“Ewww, why haven’t you told him?”
asked the one with cerulean blue eyes.
“Oh, I haven’t the heart, my dear
… come, let us head to the quayside…
I’m going to chalk-draw a doorway
onto one of the back lane brick walls
and entice a Ghost to wander through.”

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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.