Telling Mr. Simms

~ young Albert ‘shares’ instead of ‘apologises’ for the act of thievery ~

“That Fire Engine is… Aflame
… ok, I was distracting…
when I was 6 years old
… I watched her stab
one of those old tin openers
[you remember the one’s
with the blade on them?]
into the back of his
Prison-Tattooed Hand…
so Hard that he Screamed
… like Amy did
when she knocked her own
front teeth out on the steps
in school… it was horrible.
He reached and threw
a frying pan sideways…
but missed her… and it
went right over my head
[because I was so small]
and ricocheted off the wall
behind me… and flew
downwards at a sloping
angle and Hit the nice lady,
who used to visit us…
and bring sweets and fags
… and let adults cry
on her stripy apron shoulder.
It broke her jaw, apparently,
or so I heard them saying
… after the Ambulance
and the Police turned up
and we all ‘Lied Together’.
I never saw ‘Her’ after that
… it took God ages
to send in ‘Help’ for us 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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.