Handcrafted Heartache… And Higher-Levels Of Lowlife

I seek ‘Indulgence’ not ‘Care’ or ‘Forgiveness’
… Life’s little nooses did not Kill Me,
sexual asphyxiation takes my breath… away.
The Deeper I Dive the Holier it Becomes!
‘Ashamed’ in a premeditated manner
… just so I can enjoy the ‘Glow’
whilst Winter-walking my Debauched way
to the next Train Wreck I’m about to make
of every poor Bastard’s world around me.
I Hate myself, with a Smile
… and dwell upon the Discomfort of Yearning.
“It’s me, the password’s ‘Snatch’, lemmy in.”
I wonder if I walk like ‘this’ sober?
… weird, I couldn’t love you on Drugs,
I tried, and was Tried,
by a Court of my… whatever.
I can’t ‘Enjoy’ you like other people do
… there’s something Broken between us…
and I don’t really care, which fascinates me.
Yeah, yeah, I see her… I despise Runners…
let her play her ‘Games’ on the foolish ones
… I’m only Chasing Decadent Dead Certs
leading to Exhaustion and Oblivion tonight.
I will Die somewhere between your thighs
… and deserve it… not quite remembering
your name, where I am exactly… heartless,
yet not cruel… and WAITING eagerly to see
if that Knot of ‘Ache’ returns to my chest again?

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.