“… hey, I’ve got a question…
don’t worry, it’s no biggie,
or is it? you’d have to tell me.
Obviously, I’ve noticed You
and your Group… you’re all
kinda exceptional and unique
… since you started
to congregate in our premises.
Anyway, the young lady
with the ‘Eyes’… hahaha,
hark at me saying that to you
… you know what I mean.
You only greet each other
with a nod and a smirk/smile
… everyone else gets a ‘Hi’,
and it’s the same with ‘Bye’
… after hugging all the rest,
you both quickly spin-away
from each other frowning…
and the entire ‘Atmosphere’
DROps like an accident,
argument or fight’s occurred,
when [In Fact] it’s…
the opposite that’s happened?”

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.