Self-Destructing’s A Lonely Business

[Swiftly] dealing out a Cartomancy
‘Difficult Conversations’ Spread
with a [Borrowed] deck of Alice
In Wonderland ‘Curious’ cards
… whilst, listening [Intently]
to the 2nd movement of…
Prokofiev’s Sinfonia Concertante
…. when I ‘Fell Out Of Love’
with the Freedom of Single Life.
“I’ve been keeping the ‘Wrong’
sort of Company!” I offered
the room at large… afore, coldly,
ignoring the stilling hand
of the Host… to head doorwards.
The City’s clock was just tolling
‘The Witching Hour’…
as I swaggered into the back lanes
… stopping, momentarily, upon
‘The Gibbetted Pirate’s Corner’
… to light-up a Death Cigarette.
There was a Tramp [Delirious,
in a Serious manner] giving it
some full-throttle ‘Glossolalia’
… I managed to hazily make out
“… there’ll be coffin nails
and magpie bones…” and,
I chuckled, in-spite-of-myself…
casting a handful of [Someone
Else’s] coins over in his direction.
“I shall avoid ‘Her’ street tonight”
I mused, aloud, spinning my cane
in the lamplight, and making
Shadow Play appear upon the wall
… opposite… from where the three
Prostitutes were merrily applauding.

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.