Succubi Lullaby

[After The Cocaine-Train To Slack And Dribble]

That’s Quaint… [Part]
lowering your guard
… like a Hooker
Come… Suck the
‘Sin’ out of my Soul
… and Spit it
back into the Apple.
We ‘Undress’
inside ‘Conversation’
unless we’re Careful
… Vulnerable
and Naked… sounds
very Sacrificial to me.
I’m bored with
Emotionless Motion
a ‘Heart-Shaped’
Springtime… and yet,
I keep shaking my
head at open arms…
‘Hitting and Quitting’
to once again Fly Solo.

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.